this wrisband covers
what is hidden beneath.
these bracelets hide what can never be seen.

I do this to myself
for so many reasons.
Or even sometimes for
no reasons at all--none!

It's not just a constant habit...
Now it's my addiction.
Pain is relief...
Now look what I've done.

Your words are stuck in my head
and they refuse to go away.
Even if I tell them to leave--they stay.

loneliness is constance
I always feel alone
But, I really know that I'm not.
this is all that I know.

pain-it's not always bad
some how it helps me...
Pain...takes the pain away.
I know-- it doesn't even make sense to me.




Poet's note: I haven't posted poetry here for a while. I'm a bit rusty.


 
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