Beater - Marietta

Too much

I only need enough to be entirely

Consumed

Enough to digest what is left of my nonsense

No one needed you

I had more to lose

No wonder why

You’re a recluse

And I cut you when I didn’t know anything more than «too cute», or «no use»

It’s just not that easy to be around

Stay cool when you’re losin'

Because truthfully you’re still worthless

My dreams bleed into mornings

My nights bleed into dreams

(I am pulling out my eyes so I can see inside my pockets

It’s time that makes the fingers dry, the bony breaks you find in your skin,

dormant)

Ron tells Harry that he is a pot of coffee by day, bottle of wine by night type

of guy

Harry says «triple that, and you’ve got me.»