complicate

bukowski wants to fight

Sometimes, I want to write complex things
I never know what,
its hard to comprehend

but its easy to mindlessly think

they ease the wounds
but leave the heart clueless

racing heart,
tingling mind,
body starving for impulsive moments

pull out the monster
beg him to leave,
if he doesn’t
just finish where he stays

Author's Note

please tell me if I thought something different