I AM BORED
You tore a hole so deep
My leak poured out torrentially
But now I'm bored.
My bloody flow has slowed
So I can be bored near you.
Oh what a loss!
It didn't show its head
'til mine was torn and thrown at you
And back it grew
With glassy eyes locked in contact
On the couch with you,
A boring face.
We're losing touch.
I reached and my extended
Hand went through.
Now we both know what we have to do.