you,* so brutally honest,
when i know you're just
bitter
in fact misunderstood,
your thoughts
litter

you, an observer,
believing you know each crack of
me
but my lies have blinded
what you think you
see

you, self-destructive,
a loaded missile
ready
but desperate for sleep
and a soft, beautiful
melody

you, a curled chaos,
trying to be
hopeful
for something,
for someone
blissful

you, like fog,
eventually faded
away