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

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Joe Wilson

Joe Wilson

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