my soul aches and i am lost -
no, not truly, more like invisible
to the others, to myself -
and therefore
i have learned how to die much sooner
than those who came before
stomaching hard truths were never easy
and septic intentions poison us all
"he loves me, he loves me not"
why play this game if second place
is never the worst of the two?
i have no place in these wretched bones -
indeed, my crisis wears on each day
insecurities are no match for an upset sky
my eyes are bigger than my heart;
my heart is harder than my tongue
