it's five o’clock
and you pull my hair
and you pull my hair
but I am
empty
and you,
are careless
not caring or careful
your breath is
burning

and I,
want to scratch
my eyes
from the inside
out
blood
made to taste
of rust and
bad decisions

but you

hold my arms
hold them tight
behind my ears
I’ll let you keep them
because
I am not
fear

I am not pain

my past is only a dream
not mine.