Iron Oxide .

I shake like an alcoholic needs their beers .
Detoxing from feelings makes you so
uncertain and unbelievably vulnerable.
You can’t find your feet of your arms they
just can’t open wide to platitudes of
there there .

It’s lonely it’s crushing and crucifying one
memory at a time . A nail in your heart
has rusted you . I am more iron oxide than
oxygen and I feel a bit poisonous. If I touch
you in good intentions you may fall to dust .
So I refrain I don’t want to start a plague
of hurting so much .