Spin
I don’t want to be that open wound
Or bleed on new ground
I don’t want to be hollowed out
Or keep sending up flares to be found
I don’t want someone to look at me
In the shadow of heightened desperation
I have been cut and I’ve bled
But there’s a defined separation
I want for you to discover me on your own
I don’t want my ghosts to lead or introduce
I’m going to spin my life somewhat differently
And see what that
will produce