Friday, September 16, 2016

The not-so-audacious

You look like someone I have forgotten about 
You are tempting

I hold my failures between my teeth
My pain lies at the end of my throat
If I shout hard enough
It might go away

But

I don't have to rehearse my part

Because as it seems
I remain uninvolved

I do not know
Why I cannot grow roots

But then again
I do not know
if I want to

I find myself detached 
from all the shiny people 
I digress 
I deny
I refuse

I know exactly why
I do not care to explain

to anyone but

you.



No comments:

Post a Comment