REPLACEMENT PAIN

You can borrow me...From time to time come by and use what you need, but put back what you take, you can only borrow me...Through days and nights of sleepless disregard and hollow step abandonment....you can borrow me. The circus style animal tragedy about that is, you never seem to return what you take, but rather stake a reserve tank to sync up your roadside assistance back-up, .. I keep hoping you've changed, rearranged your 2 step gypsy trance but you seem bent to ensnare your curtain call ovation...you were only supposed to borrow me... Victims of burn wards don't roast marshmallows on open reminders of past pain and deforming degradation...You can borrow me, for your heavy-heart lifting, or your hot blooded, swollen vein plumbing problems...You can borrow me for a time, but time can burry you, but you...you can always borrow me... Like a dress from a friend for a one time occasion, you grip me tight for a night, but like I said you burry me..No shallow grave gratuity...you burry me deep, deep in your closet for future use, based on friendly intention abuse... Your closet is like a mortuary at midnight or a tent full of panamimed circus midget...SCARY!. Full of dry boned body frames rattling out messages of pain and lies through lost life Belligerence...I conversed with the demons in the corners and, they shouted secrets to me in hopes of prying their way out on my back strain or in the back of my brain...I have my own ghosts though..So the next time you choose to reach deep into your closet style carnival cave and beguile your borrowed friendship and steal me again my friend...Stop...Breathe...Open your fists and let go..Let go of thoughts of me...I can only take so much of your shady shadows with me, and they are white knuckled-bleeding tip anxious to get to the light and put their misery to rest....You can borrow me, for unconscious counseling and threat filled therapy...Just put back what you take...You can only borrow me.