My skin pressed up against your flesh
as if we are of the same mind and desire
Keep the doubts and fears to the left of right
I just can’t be here with you tonight
There are better things than this
my life lit up with a reset
and its like a reject button
like a factory line production
I’d like nothing better then creep inside
let me roll around in your mind
my hope for you is in a box
let hope out and all is lost
The truth is that I’ve never been
that comfortable in my own skin
how could I be safe under my person
I cannot change the man I am
There is magic in my words
and the dust that settles afterwords
still I am left with my skin
you with your flesh in a tin
What is left is not really right
I could be here with you tonite
we only wish that we could be better
but I can’t stop the endless chatter
I am missing in my own direction
on a table like a vivisection
the analysis never stops inside
I am not the person to be beside
Tags: broken meter, Cancer, Failed, Failing Poems, Failure, Hope, Poems