All the Pretty Horses

Just

one

coward’s

step

away

from fucking shit up

and liking it.

Just

wanting you to hurt

more

than I do.

No, not more,

but just as I do.

I need you

to share my pain

exactly.

And all you positive horses,

go right ahead

and shy away

as if I had whispered,

“Run or die!” into your

soft insipid velvet faces.

But I see

one of you stood

with me,

one of you bore the pain,

one of you hurts like I do…

exactly.

Thank you

for bearing,

for being my pain

instead of turning it

post haste

into another

spin at the wheel

and cashing me in

like a casino chip,

Thank you.

You know who thou art.

 

A slightly different draft: