and then right after

This new soil is just dirt but dirt is just tea stains ground into a football shirt.

Damned clarity obscured broken and beside itself. One last wrapper laid on a bin,

You by me smiling, doe eyed and crest fallen, enough to make me vomit stale beer.

I had a feeling you'd be hurt, but i was standing there behind myself bleeding from my ears,

Screaming, close to tears, tearing at puppet strings that weren't there

feeling broken, near beaten, then begging to gloat.