shifting seasons
no more reasons
different textures
cut up pictures
                           gone

chilled breezes
untamed seizures
present living
past escaping
                            I'm gone
-tdf

What changed?
          is it optimism
          or a new bed of lies

          forgiven scars
          or prophecies


What's choices without emotions
Why is that wrong
-tdf

i.
Lust for him
Envy for her
Shame for myself

           ii.
Longing for him (in another life I tell myself)
Nothing for her
Anger for myself

        iii.
Indifference for him
Is there a her?
Curiousity about myself (I wonder if he was here, what could he make my body do)