it’s funny
because while everything appears sound,
i know where the weak spots in the walls are-
in the drywall sloppily smeared with spackle
to make it a bit more presentable to passersby
if i run my fingers over the wall, they skim,
briefly pausing, and then continue
the soft spots.
i can’t see them, but i know they’re there
how could i forget
if i apply the slightest amount of pressure,
i can feel the material begin to give,
to fold into itself
my soft spots.
a gentle reminder
that while my appearance suggests “intact”,
there are holes i can fall right back into
if i let myself
if i let someone else push me
if i let them guide me
naïvely
this is why i keep people at arm’s length
keep your friends close and your enemies closer…
but you’re all enemies
if you're on the other side of my wall
one chance.
one opportunity to determine your place.
no redemption.
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 11:49 PM UTC
it’s funny
because while everything appears sound,
i know where the weak spots in the walls are-
in the drywall sloppily smeared with spackle
to make it a bit more presentable to passersby
if i run my fingers over the wall, they skim,
briefly pausing, and then continue
the soft spots.
i can’t see them, but i know they’re there
how could i forget
if i apply the slightest amount of pressure,
i can feel the material begin to give,
to fold into itself
my soft spots.
a gentle reminder
that while my appearance suggests “intact”,
there are holes i can fall right back into
if i let myself
if i let someone else push me
if i let them guide me
naïvely
this is why i keep people at arm’s length
keep your friends close and your enemies closer…
but you’re all enemies
if you're on the other side of my wall
one chance.
one opportunity to determine your place.
no redemption.
