joe burrow

how I’m still here should be considered divine intervention

should I feel just another temptation,

god exempt me from what I dutifully bear

for my cowardice outweighs my dignity

I knew I should’ve been in that car crash

head in my dash,

bleeding unconsciously, steadily bashed

yet freed from the guilt and trauma

that’s tranced me from this sun

I’ve hesitated because I want to lay with bertha

my sole companion, I’ll join you soon

my heart has split in halves just like you did

but I’ll resist inclination for now

until we see each other again

when I cross the coast once more