rot by jake ormrod

Forgetting how to love How to wake up with more Than the maw of your face In my mind Is killing me.

I feel invalid Ugly Unhappy Alone and impotent Your potent memory a reminder of what I can almost be

I am a tree Whose roots are rotten I must be removed to save you For fear it’ll spread And leave you dead

Some dread filled you Killed us Because of my faults.