how could you cut ties?
with your sister?
eyes pointed in my direction
inspection disected and
your indignation hanging
alouf in air space between
hasty sideways glances
from those who pass us
Because the idea of who we were outlast us and
i want to have a chance to grasp at things before they pass us
last i checked
words so weighty and sharp had
cut the glass jar around my heart
and spilled the **** thing
because life is not black and white
and the fact that our blood runs red
doesn't mean as much
as you seem to think it did.
I chose what was right for my life,
i didn't think near strangers
got a say.
I have customers to help ,
this is my work place
so you have a good day.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
how could you cut ties?
with your sister?
eyes pointed in my direction
inspection disected and
your indignation hanging
alouf in air space between
hasty sideways glances
from those who pass us
Because the idea of who we were outlast us and
i want to have a chance to grasp at things before they pass us
last i checked
words so weighty and sharp had
cut the glass jar around my heart
and spilled the **** thing
because life is not black and white
and the fact that our blood runs red
doesn't mean as much
as you seem to think it did.
I chose what was right for my life,
i didn't think near strangers
got a say.
I have customers to help ,
this is my work place
so you have a good day.
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