rough…

 

lines feathered and muted

rough art inside me anymore

uncertainty blankets my heart

I don’t really fucking care anymore (I try to convince myself)

running sounds sane

yet I won’t escape

I’ve tried to exhale

waiting to be delivered from

every thought and feeling…

yes

no

I feel

I don’t

I don’t fucking care (silence is convincing me)

leave

love

lie

wtf ever

 

 

 

 

 

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her…

It is nothing spectacular 
besides she hasn’t found
a beautiful reason to
she tried to be accommodating 
but there exists no corrective lighting 
nor smoothing filter that could hide
her years
her strain…

Her