Can you forgive me
For being weak...
Love is like a book
Even when read twice over...
I am scared of being
diminished...
It’s late
In fact it’s the morning...
Oh woe is my joy,
A singular toy...
They ask me why I write about the future
like it has already happened...
You ever stop and realize you are
the ghost in your own story, standing...
If I could somehow be just
a little less harmful...
Deep in the dark we huddle,
no food or water to spare...
Slam the steel door and fasten it tight
Make sure it’s sealed to keep out the light...
Spent so long just trying to survive
Forgot there’s more to life than staying alive...
The broken promises. The self doubt. Everything...
The words spoken. The pain that was felt...