A love paradox — I don’t fall in love…
I fall into question: “I think I’m in love”—
no… I’m not.
Going missing… or just missing you?
Acting reckless— but when I recover
from this, I’m hoping to be wreck less.
A better conclusion.
Feels like my face is about to break out—
“please don’t press that pimple;”
Don’t force heal the issue, as your skin
keeps trying to find a way out; this body’s
just a cage we decorate, while dreaming
of a way to break out.
Overall, watching life through opposing
mirrors— every reflection arguing with itself
showing me more than it appears
Layers stitched in silence, truth tucked under
presentation; there’s more of you beneath
those overalls.
Protect yourself, invest your health, extend
your wealth, learn from others; be yourself.
Who are you trying to impress, if they really
don’t value your self?