Have you ever been wrong?
I was wrong.
Ugly, smugly wrong.
Psephologically wrong.
Hit the iceberg,
smoking’s good for you,
the treaty of Versailles,
left on red,
Copernicus, Aristotle, Custer,
wrong.
I’m not claiming an excuse,
wrong.
It wasn’t you,
it was me,
wrong.
Just fricking
kiss a frog
wrong.
Wrong all along,
wrong about the world,
reevaluate me wrong,
wrong, wrong, wrong.
I can admit I was wrong.
Can you forgive me,
can I forgive me,
wrong
.
.
Songs for this:
Waters of March by John Roseboro & Mei Semones
Stabilise by Nilüfer Yanya

I’ve come to the conclusion my blood is dedicated to frigid misconception

The force with which it moves under my skin slow and blinding

It knows best I suppose

Less words means more things considered when evoking endlessly vapid smiles

Still, why the urge to humble me?

"Give me the strength to live one day,
as if it summarized the entirety of my life".

Shallow breathing
where my lungs reside

Hollow soul
speaks from deep inside

Heavy yearning
as these feelings subside.

The acne breakout was too much to bear
Pain and disgust at self filled my thoughts.
Stood by the fruits aisle
need to get on a fruit diet, so.
Picked each kind
like an elegant queen.
I'm on a fruit diet you see.
Then, he came.
I sensed his heat and turned to look.
Worn down shirt, torn down pants
dusty feet, trembling hands.
Picked one pear and paced away.
Just a pear
I saw the emptiness in me
Quietly left the aisle in shame.

Silently humbled by birth
Too late to care in such positions
Both paused in bumbling notions of joy and despair
Times condition gapes and separates
Layers merge
Control lost, costs constructed
Impacted foresight of what might
Tight lines blind

All answers are finite

To suggest anything less
incrementally raises discrepancies
We do not falsify intentions
When mentioned only give to thyself what is true
Where we see the other in you
In what could be
Is and was
Nothing exist but her

I walked to the edge to evaluate my existence and in  my hubris I believed i was reaching the firmament and beyond.

Instead the sky was falling and with it the stars. Within my eyes you can follow their decent to the unknown depths of my heart.

©

Woman,
I know it is
killing you -
the quiet -
because it is
killing me, too.

The moment
you told me that
we were through,
I got lost,
and now it's all that
I can do -

to be humbled
by the thought
of loving you -
to be angry
at what I thought I
needed to do -
to be happy
with being just one,
no longer two.