a memory exercise

i've come to
wish the wounds inflicted
were physical
so it wouldn't just be my word
you'd have to take
they'd be visual
i'm not loveable
and that's fine
it's accepted
i'm crazy
i've made these neuroses mine
but this room's too tight
and i'm feeling way too heavy
my eyes are getting pushed back in my head

and so i'm sliding out the door
and letting it
crack me in the head
on my way out

so i don't forget.