Shame

I tend to look back,
everything that hurts
all that's unexplainable and wrong
desn't wanna go away.

water bottle in my hands
the emptiness inside it
makes infinite private
and suddenly I own the universe
and all I can do is stare at it pretending
to see something worth saving.

I've become the desert
footprints come and go in my skin and I erase them
when I caress all I do is spit sand on people's eyes
on their open wounds
my words of consolation
sound like alarms in their ears
so they run to escape me
then they drown
one by one
seduction
repulsion
contradiction
and I can't do more than watch them dissappear.

I could remain contemplating
adding layers and layers of confusion to each thought
wrapping up the world in this philosophy
tightly so it occupies no extra space
in this over crowded mind I call my own.

Sadly I already know
that this life is just a clogged sand clock
please reach for it in case you realize am missing
throw it from the highest building
put me back in my place once and for all.

I tend to forget,
everything that matters
all that's really good for us
won't leave a scar.