Bite off more than you can chew
and not a soul said
that it was a commandment that had to be followed
and yet we all
accept the love that we think we deserve
Co
I stripped the colour from myself
Grayscale is comfortable
It reminded me of home, the discontent with oneself
I find that I am not able
To let go of the distrust
After all I must
Stay hidden
Stay unseen
Stay quiet
And unclean
I can show you that I care
I have a flask in my jacket,
we can share it and pretend to enjoy the pain.
Talk for hours at a natural pace.
——— In the morning the alien feeling
——of being known
—will drive our desperation.
