Falling in and out of love
like the strip club paradox,
seducing me with the possibility
then watching as I fall blindly, entranced.
Your eyes meet mine and you give me the look
as if I don't know that you're an open book
with stories to tell and pain to traverse
and if you're fucking with me, you better give me your worst.
How many people have seen this side of you?
I'm negating any good that makes its way through
and strangling myself with my own delusions
when it's most likely all just an illusion
but if it is then my whole life's been a joke,
all the feelings and experiences that made me choke.
My existence doesn't matter when I take a step back
and my human senses are too weak to even grasp it.
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Messages From the Void
PoetryA culmination of my poetry that I have carefully jumbled into a book, which is also available on amazon. Thank you and good day.
