the last of the words you said flow in a fountain of sorrow
colors lie to my eyes
deceitful and contradictory
i prove undeserving of the life they bring
had i accepted my inhibitions with complacency, you would have felt no pain
regardless of intent, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
shallow and ungrateful am i
cynical and critical
so much of my love has begun to rot
anger and sadness have shackled me to the floor
i lie in the sun, naked and bloated
"you're just not ready"
my stomach is riddled with anxious sickness
i avoid confrontation within myself
my heart yearns for health
my soul longs for a tender love
one that life may never bring
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 11:35 PM UTC
the last of the words you said flow in a fountain of sorrow
colors lie to my eyes
deceitful and contradictory
i prove undeserving of the life they bring
had i accepted my inhibitions with complacency, you would have felt no pain
regardless of intent, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
shallow and ungrateful am i
cynical and critical
so much of my love has begun to rot
anger and sadness have shackled me to the floor
i lie in the sun, naked and bloated
"you're just not ready"
my stomach is riddled with anxious sickness
i avoid confrontation within myself
my heart yearns for health
my soul longs for a tender love
one that life may never bring
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