nit-picking at adolescent impurity

well

i knew

it was going

to happen

sooner

or later

paradise

finally

opens its hands

to unravel

before you

a long

long letter

 

 

 

a letter

about the

same old things

like

expected

love

expected

warmth

expected

i thought

i was going to

be happy tonight

but i guess not

i thought

i was over the

same old things

i thought i

was over the

same verses

i seem to repeat

in monotonous

consent

same old

nonsense

and

it’s always

the mind and

the mind

same old

same old

 

 

i guess thats

what adolescence

comprises of

its masquerade

of gifts

you don’t know

who you’re

dancing with

until the moon

comes out,

the mask

peels off

and that’s when

you feel weak

because there’s nothing

to tweak

you’ve played

with the idea

of something

magnificent

until it’s been unveiled

and you can’t

help but allow it

to engulf you tonight

as you rest on

your pillow

 

 

and the cycle

starts again the

next day

and the mask

comes off

and yet

you can’t help

but shudder

every time it happens

close your

blinds,

but it

seeps through,

seeps in,

until sleep

forgives,

and takes it

away momentarily

 

 

so all i can

do ,

out of this phenomenon

is to document it

with lanky

words that

flap in the wind

helplessly

fan out

trying to pick

up the dust of last

night on the roof;

 

 

me,

watching waves

sequentially

roll towards

nothing

leading nowhere

me trying

to remember

how many times

i smiled

and what muscles

to contract

in order to show

the straightest

array of teeth

 

 

the straightest

spine

the straightest

answer

the straightest

me,

just for you,

packed up in a

pretty little

ribbon;

that’s how you

like me?

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