if you have a chest then you should
******* feel it
I'm not a wall, blank slate either

i don't envy these grey areas
it fills the gaps of space of where I could be loving you
instead, we're all going to deny the facts
and wallow in our sins
and wallow in our half-truths

projections of what we think is proper devotions
holy hymns, I am summoning you
to act out
and turn me out
where I can feel nothing but your absence
can you feel me now?
can you tell I'm not telling the truth?