The rhythm pitter patter,
thick emotions slathered like soap lather.
Deny the matter,
the last thing you lose is the easiest to shatter.
Why do you choose to distrust?
You afraid of the lust,
that you can' muster up?
Stuck?
Confused at where this is and how we got here.
Came outside the wet dream just to enter a fucking nightmare.
Angry glare.
Barely can force up the strength to care,
so I just sit there quiet and stare.
Hardly fair,
the way you're treating me.
A caged bird with amputated wings,
no desire to sing.
No water to sip,
and nothing but green,
grinning at me from beyond the glass's gleam.
Pulled out my favorite sweater,
but it had loose strings.
It'd throw it out you know,
but it's one of my favorite things.
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