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Sep 2018 · 225
Varied
little Sep 2018
He fell asleep on my floor
The air is different for me

He opened a door
And then a drawer
I grovel on your knees

Ladies and men
We like to pretend
The roles of who we please
Sep 2018 · 301
Harp
little Sep 2018
The symptom of an income
Harboring distrust

Bank accounts and whereabouts
Shoulder nod
Another facade
A deadly game we play

Forever young and steady
Regardless of the say

Can we talk tomorrow
It's better just that way
Sep 2018 · 222
Cicadas
little Sep 2018
If you hurt again and again
Forgiveness becomes a sin

Lean on me
I'll be descreet
Winking down the hall

Have you seen a hamster ball
The kind that spin around

Tell me more
And anything else
I'll dance until I fall
Sep 2018 · 356
Evaluation
little Sep 2018
Secondary thoughts from the present
My life isn't all that pleasant
Pills, doctors and self-analysis
Honestly, can seem like paralysis

Thinking about my growth
My need to continuously provoke
A freedom from the oath
That ego that I stroke
A need to be better than both

The illiness and the routine
I was only a teen
I've fled from the scene
Can I wipe my slate clean?
An internal dialogue about understanding my mental illness after a decade of monitored stability.
Sep 2018 · 344
Tomorrow
little Sep 2018
I heard a whisper at thirteen,
It told me to die.
I heard a thunder at fifteen,
It told me to hurt myself.
I heard lightning at seventeen,
It told me it was over.
Jun 2018 · 248
Distance
little Jun 2018
I crave eye contact
Because at least I know if you lie
You lie to my face

Look at me
Answer me
Let me know I'm alive

I want to know which of us is dead
Is it both?
When do we depart?
Your world and mine

Neither of us knows how to be free

— The End —