buzzcut
Buzzcut Boy
It's not you,
It's not me,
It's not him
It's the world that has been
sucking us back in
to the dark void it's yet to fill
devouring our rainbows and
any shade and trace of light
and everything we hold dear
It's not you
It's not me
It might be
the words of a madman that
have devoured me piece by piece
ever since
until I suffocate and dissolve
into the nothingness I feel
at 3 a.m.
And I'm sorry if you knew this only now.
It's not you
It's not him
It's the constant fear
that has built a home
out of the shanties of my heart
Pulling the strings,
the triggers
on its whim
And I'm sorry but it's already won the war, I believe
It's not you
It's not me
It's not him
It's the inevitability I cannot escape
And so in silence, I shall
roam this world and carry
the memories of us,
your buzzcut and my smile,
and the glow I basked on with
in that April afternoon.
Forget about me.
