Joe Wilson

If I have to take a crowbar to your mouth…

Photo by Maddi Bazzocco on Unsplash

If I have to take a crowbar to your mouth

to make what’s on the inside come out

Ivory chips fall to the floor

Swept under the rug and out the door

What a night

back and forth with no end in sight

I can’t watch this again

you just don’t understand

Why do we always end right where we began?

Scream it to me

I swear I’ll understand

I’d rather you scream your lungs out

than lay

on the end

of my bed

with your head

hanging over the edge

of this 4-cornered ship

on a figure 8 trip

I felt our swan song coming on

I wasn’t ready to sing it

You curled

up to me

knee to knee

with your eyes

glazed over with pain

hide behind your tears

now let’s confront our fears



Joe Wilson

Joe Wilson

Creative writer of poetry, music, customer journeys and creative briefs. Customer experience-obsessed brand and digital marketing strategist.