Dec 2020
my patience is a shoelace weaving through hoops. within every turn, a new excuse
another complication,
another misfortune,
another nuisance that nooses
these protruding veins around my neck
until I suddenly can’t breathe.
they call this bow “tongue-tied”
it matches the “aggravated red” color way of my eyes
coupled with my “speechless black” aura...
for those of that I cut off,
you brought it upon yourself.
- a.r.Camm
another complication,
another misfortune,
another nuisance that nooses
these protruding veins around my neck
until I suddenly can’t breathe.
they call this bow “tongue-tied”
it matches the “aggravated red” color way of my eyes
coupled with my “speechless black” aura...
for those of that I cut off,
you brought it upon yourself.
- a.r.Camm
My patience is not to be tested. I’m usually the generous kind of person. That is, until I’m taken for granted and continuously find myself waiting for someone to get their **** together.
