I am confused. It has been a long time since I have judged someone’s character THIS POORLY. a year, at least.
out of the frying pan, into the fire hmm? no regrets, just doubt. and trepidation.
you walking
where no one
goes, past
the fading
lights
moving
still to
the songs
from last night
when you
were lost
and couldn’t
find your
self, realization
comes sealed,
do not consume
if broken
and you walk
around with
the attitude
that makes
me
curious why
you shouldn’t
take the
risk
and fall down
sometime when
you’re supposed
to, only
words you ever
said
when you stopped
in between steps,
read like a lawyer
covering
her tracks,
the way you
walk…
do not consume
if broken
like appointments
and you’re
so professional
still
the way
you say
my name
and i’d
rather
hear
silence
and all
i want is…
your lips,
the
recurring
silence
of those
familiar
words
had to have
learned from
the arrogant
proclamations,
the hands of
time
do not
consume
if broken
troutpasta 