O'
I thought this suicide language
Was just a catalyst
For a beautiful, confident, memory
O'
How strange to recall that
With a grin.
Hm.
I think I see you
Counting your ABCs
Trying to make sense of it
As if
Where your tongue is
Is not your mouth
O'
I guess a sigh is in pattern
If you keep measuring the years
By the length of your scars
Hm-
A disease they say
They say I am a disease
A.j. Binash
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-then-you-understand/
