I’m tired
of pretending
This hole is my home
moving out of my crawl space
Into my own
Lurking
Watching signs of mistrust
Solidfy
Back alley
Side eyes
No one else can feel
Heart felt
Disgust
Laminated over valentines day lies
Traditions meant to overturn deceit
Castrated sentiment
Hot as fresh asphalt
Now its too late
Head down, voice low
Now I’m done
Arms sway, legs numb
CTRL + S my heart for the paper
Save my words for silence
Moving out of my crawl space
Into my own
CTRL + S the pieces of broken spirit
for the next
No room in this new fortress
Of honesty

*logs off*

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