for a limited time in poetry

we’re all just living
in the wreckage of our lives
we’re all just looking
for kisses and high-fives
we’re all just being
like bees from dead hives
we’re all just eating
out our own hearts to
not yet starve and die
we’re all just cutting
out our old wounds with
our old dirty knives
just crawling on the ground
looking for ways to get high
just to be honest for once
we’d like to hear a few lies
to believe it’s getting better
for a limited time
that’s the deal, we’re all just living
for a limited time