We were looking at the moon as
It was discovered
In brand new eyes
Fresh coat of lies
Reserved at the back of our heads
As parts were shared
Skin was shed
Convinced that hope
Is a flotsam
That when held tight with belief
Will keep us safe
Until we’re saved
But both are not guilty of deceit
Two like many who
I never knew
He always seemed strong
Kept it in
He never bothered me with
Anything
That may constitute
As weakness seeping in
Pop opinion boxed as
Just doesn’t care
When he says it
Never did it
Felt like he was seeking affirmation
Setting a tone for preconceived
And foregone conclusion
She looked at me
Trying hard
Not to break my heart
Feigning a weak disbelief
This most recent test
Amalgamated what we knew
Months in
She’d seen me or a version of me
In too many faceless samples
But for this
I once had a theory
I used to hold as truth
About wounds
That maybe if I bleed
It would help avoid
Suffering a heart attack
It’s nowhere based on fact
In some weird dream
Trying hard to recall
She spoke to me sounding
Like a hymn
Or the lull before
A raging big wave
I held on til it fades
Not here to instill a habit
More joy in you stumbling upon it
Pulling rabbits
We that lie, woolen sheep Attack at night, slowly creep
Self-loathing is a trademarked attribute associated not exclusive to me. This path is taken not for the want to be liked but for the want to find a way to like the existing self. There’s no need to expound on motivation any further, as by doing so only subject us to teeter a tightrope that always lead to a tragic fall midway into the pit of ignorance. The imbalance is caused by ignorance, as it tries to qualify an elitist, divisive and corrosive pursuit to brandishing some semblance of uniqueness or establish an exclusive club.
Instead, I wish to explore why
A throwback… A throbbing pain… In cubits, the window Is mocking my escape
You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the idea of future to escape the present.
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