Contrite noise falls into
an indifferent bedroom
again
I am clutching the edge
of another bed
Thoughts creep past
movie titles
My hate is
refreshed
recollecting your
hand on my shoulder
Mutating everything
and existence is wrong
You gently
stole
my mentality
as you held
my hand
mindlessly
I screamed
in catatonic whispers
for lost reasons
I knew rage
silently
for
twenty-three minutes
of eternity
I condemned
what you stood for
inside hairline fractures
My stomach ate itself
inside out
as I forgot
that I could hold
a pulse
As you robbed me
through
parasitic helplessness
I despised the subtle demands
beating platonic
linens
Inconvienent etches
hold unglorified
weighted moments
and I know
I am not
a
serendipidous victim
A settled mind
understands
no
tortured credentials
resides in
this story
as a wise man said
let insignificant ambiguity
depict
insecure aggrevations
Following the theory
words don't mean a thing
I'll let these lines drain
emptying
into
self-contained
compassion
Drop hollow marks
and
bury them
in
sterilized
daily
ordinary
<s>tixs
ticks</s/end>
<s>tiks</s/end>
tics
Birth sign: Gemini
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