Post-Its

Post-its, coat the Brain I keep controlling sticking to my skull Without holding their notice Maybe I have spiraled out of focus Leaving all my thoughts to obliterate my homage It's really you on my mind Your carving words Into my eyes Leaving notes on my spine As I gash into my thighs It’s really you on my mind I scribbled nonsense on your veins You doodled through my tangled mane As the pages ripped Between words and skits Our seats became too distance Too far to send our visions Of the present we desired and the past we wished to admire etched on crumpled stained paper that was soon to be waste Sprawled across an abandoned place that was meant to house the unworthy and the disgraced