When did it begin to change?
When did we change?
I'd like to drown beneath the waves of truth, lie amongst the crabs and coral as I ponder the darkness beneath the surface.
Now that I've seen it, I can't undo this. Now that I know it, I can't reverse it.
I'm too much, once again. And I was too big of a project for you to mend.
And that's okay, I'm okay. I'm fine.
More lies beneath the ocean of truth, more waste beneath the waves. More love to drown the passionate few who willingly waste their days. More smiles to hide the pained expressions, more makeup to hide the shame. More food to fill my empty stomach, more food to put back down the drain.
More please.
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Incongruity
PoetryThis is where I will put my poems about my experiences. I just want somewhere to store them. If they resonate with someone, then I'm glad to have at least been a voice of familiarity in a world that feels so full of solidarity. Also I usually only w...
