You are what you eat
So if I then choose to fast
What becomes of me?

I always dread speaking to people
It seems so impossible
Bringing up a topic
Continuing a conversation

People don't get it
They can't see why it's so difficult
But I can't "just do it"
I wish they could see how hard it feels

But it's easy for them
They couldn't possibly understand
Honestly I wish I could talk
But I couldn't if I tried

The burn

of the smoldering

embers of deceit

is eternal.

I was a single grain of coffee
floating in the porcelain mug
that was your heart