Truth

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Wrong lies

Landmark f**k ups

Smearing my actions on a make believe canvas

Lips dry and aching

The winter’s cold parallels my heart,

heavy with short days

a warm bed

a cold floor

I am infatuated with my darkness

Selfish it is in fruition

Blinding the light with letters on my typewriter

Letters to,

 blind friends and dead lovers

innate with a visible reflection of my present

The water is getting clearer

I can see myself

The age of old approaches faster with each breath

The friends pick you now… not the other way around

The girls leave with my blessing and a sigh of relief

Amidst it all I think out loud to my friends,

Happy is my constant and love is my bond

Broken so easily

But

Ticklishly strong…