you,* so brutally honest,
when i know you're just
bitter
in fact misunderstood,
your thoughts
litter
you, an observer,
believing you know each crack of
me
but my lies have blinded
what you think you
see
you, self-destructive,
a loaded missile
ready
but desperate for sleep
and a soft, beautiful
melody
you, a curled chaos,
trying to be
hopeful
for something,
for someone
blissful
you, like fog,
eventually faded
away