I'm not always good to her
but she's always there for me
I pour my wretches into her white
and she just takes it
without flinching
I only come to her when it suits me
because sometimes it's just
so hard
sometimes there's just
too much to say
I don't know where to start
and it gets so loud
convoluting in minor keys
I leave her behind
because she knows
I can't lie
she ***** the truth
right out of me
I can't smile and nod
glaze over as disconnect severs
the feelings I'm fleeing
so I avoid the conversations
that are dying to get out of me
but it's just so hard
to say some things
even when you know
after there will be relief
and weights tied will unbind
and release
and you may yet float
and breathe
so thank you, P
for giving all the unsayable things
air and wings
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 8:31 PM UTC
I'm not always good to her
but she's always there for me
I pour my wretches into her white
and she just takes it
without flinching
I only come to her when it suits me
because sometimes it's just
so hard
sometimes there's just
too much to say
I don't know where to start
and it gets so loud
convoluting in minor keys
I leave her behind
because she knows
I can't lie
she ***** the truth
right out of me
I can't smile and nod
glaze over as disconnect severs
the feelings I'm fleeing
so I avoid the conversations
that are dying to get out of me
but it's just so hard
to say some things
even when you know
after there will be relief
and weights tied will unbind
and release
and you may yet float
and breathe
so thank you, P
for giving all the unsayable things
air and wings
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