Hearing your name ripples
mountain ranges down my arms.
I can't help but grimace
in complete lack of surprise.
I no longer find my interest
in you to be amusing, and
I'm reminded once again
that every mistake has a shelf life.
I wonder when
I'll stop finding myself here.
Backed into a corner
by my own misguided taste.
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 4:43 PM UTC
Hearing your name ripples
mountain ranges down my arms.
I can't help but grimace
in complete lack of surprise.
I no longer find my interest
in you to be amusing, and
I'm reminded once again
that every mistake has a shelf life.
I wonder when
I'll stop finding myself here.
Backed into a corner
by my own misguided taste.
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