Casey Renee Kiser

Dead Weight

When I see cuts on their wrists,
I know that we could be tight
Otherwise–
I’m hard to know, full of fight
And I doubt I wanna know you,
Stop pulling on my dress!
If I’m breathing, then
I’m always down to confess
Blooming underwater–
wise enough to drown daily
Surface once a year to prove
I got the guts to hang on, barely

I can’t fix you
That’s something I must address
The blame game–
don’t come at me with that mess
I said
Stop pulling on my dress!