Humility

the silence of me

When was I comfortable?

When did I smile at myself last?

When did I start mumbling?

When did growing up happen so fast?

 

I fucked love behind it’s back.

I ran from from the sun.

I made the light into black.

I shot her photo with a gun.

 

Listening to lampposts

Ivy thorns

Happier then most

I still mourned the day

 

Awake while I lay

Analyzing fact after fact

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