I always doubt it was clearly said
My poorest choice in the four years to come
I could pull at all my hair
I would still be there
There is danger in words
But we still don't care
In the five times of asking
I answer directly
No jokes inside
Put aside for awhile
It is only afterwards that I shake my fists at walls
A depth that I thought I would never swim
In bed is one place to live
Where bleak kisses are given