Am I just the bear,
drinking in the irony,
precariously free,
I don’t know
do you see both eyes open
in the dark
chasing down pictures
I paint from my madness
stop, stop,
I can’t hear over your
eyes, can’t hear over your
I don’t–
Am I just the bear
screaming out in agony
crawling for respite,
am I the hunter that seeks,
am I the gun?
Am I my own fall,
chin up for the shot
playing for a bullet to dodge
play it safe, I still want it all
back to back,
polar, bi–
so much bitterness?
never see behind me
just shame at the sight of me
taking turns basking in glows but
I never know who’s inside of me
can’t tell who is beside me.
The art of spilling over 