Why credence?
why anything?
we're all about pretence.

We construct glass castles
and look through stone walls,
fortune tellers and
crystal *****.

It's not depression that depresses me
or the weight on my shoulders that
makes me stoop
it's the feeling that I'm in the castle
under a glass ceiling
playing Minecraft.

“The heart wants what it can’t have”

Millions of people who would **** to have your love
Yet you fall in love with the one that wouldn’t

You feel that they're the perfect one for you
You feel like they're THE ONE

But you felt like this with the last one too
Maybe this time you've gotten the real deal

But that’s what you thought last time too

When you’re being chased by millions of other potential lovers
Why did you have to go and fall in love with the one YOU have to chase

You have to be more careful this time
Guard your heart with your life

The heart wants what it can’t have
But who say’s they aren’t thinking the same things?

What if the heart wants what it has to fight for?
After all, the Strongest hearts have the toughest rib cages.

the ostrich tactic
not need never
for a hypocrite

I
The tongues of hell
Swallowed the leaves
The trees had uttered
To summon the rain.
II
(“I will not weep,”
Said the poet
To himself,
“I will repeat.”).
© LazharBouazzi, Carthage, TUNISIA, August 3, 2017