you’re a nobody
a somebody, a maybe
once pre-existing
concept i conjured up to
fill the space of a body
i'm responsible
only for my own hardships
you've got your own past.
it's a truth and a fact, but
still, we divide pain like friends
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unrelieved tension
sits high on my shoulders, stuck
trying to wiggle
it out, rising crashing waves
ennui, loneliness, pushing
it’s taking me a
a long-ass time to think of words
or phrases, anything
i think i’ve just lost my touch
did i ever have it, though? |