Shithead

Sweat Tastes like Gasoline
But you’re all over me
Like a second skin
And some days I’m a Shithead
Others I’m ok
Some days I’m a Sinner
But you talked to me any way
And I’m tired of this aching
But I’m good at keeping still
Even when the walls are moving
And the flies begin to count folds
I held my breath
So long that my heart was in my ears
Spilling from the tiny spaces
Out onto the floor
And there was my weakness
Lain across tiles of ugly green

Ugly like me

Some days I’m a Shithead
But mostly I’m ok
Sucking on your aftertaste
I wish would go away