A Tell-Tale Penis

whoever else i may have been
 she'd still be going through this now
 but all the quiet hours i require still cant show me how
 im barely living
 in her halftime show
 keeping warped minutes of her wishes and revisions
 and somethings knocking around in me like a loose nut
 this tell-tale penis kick in the gut
 shot down my strut
 the walls are beating
 it's my reflection in my death
 it's the alarm clock riding the horizon
 once we spent our afternoons
 dancing in our living rooms
 now shes giving into her most unlit corners too soon
 love is a lifetime's winding twisting tapestry
 so reborn now without fears
 before you ever met me
 you can end things with your boyfriend
 i'll quit chasing you around
 but how long will the echo of the tell-tale penis sound
 its the creak in the floorboards
 it's throb is in my head
 it's the alarm clock riding the horizon
 it's the hand up through the dirt
 toward the sky after midnight
 burried alive and left for dead