22:85
It resides in you,
and can’t exist outside.
No matter how it feels,
it will never be bigger than you,
it should never win.
22:84
22:84
Plan your free days
with me as an absent aspect,
while smiling a content smile.
Proclaim you miss me
when we spend time apart,
but no longer are plans
together considered
a priority, a necessity.
Replying to messages has
no guarantee, and no explanation.
Perhaps one day I’ll come home
and you will be gone
with no warning
or regret.
22:83
22:83
I saw it fly
from your pocket,
but dive towards the ground,
its wings breaking
before they’d ever know
the full potential
they could bring.
22:82
22:82
Risen high above the others
but hollow and full of air.
Only a few delicate strands
hold you together,
ready to crumble
under the slightest
breeze.
22:81
22:81
Pull my lips
from my teeth
and examine the inside.
Did they gnaw away
at the inner flesh
with unknown worry
or did they remain pristine?
What do hidden parts
highlight about my soul
to those who finally see
such things?
Does it even matter?
22:80
22:80
Arriving to silent stares,
all eyes watching,
expecting shame or knowledge,
while you struggle to smile
a greeting and pretend
it doesn’t bother you.
Whatever choice you make
will be wrong
and they will smirk
at your failure,
and remain a superior
in all things
that matter.
22:79
22:79
An inch of dark routes is visible,
just like everyone else.
Some are polite and pretend
not to see,
while others comment openly,
pleased yours is worse than theirs.
The judged rush to cover and hide,
disguise dark for light,
human for saintly.
Others gave up and let it grow,
natural sin cascading
over their body
and basking in the
extra time they gain
by not pretending.
22:78
22:78
Your suggestion now
annoys you,
and any who don’t
want the plan to
change are the
stubborn and difficult obstacles.
Plow through with brute force,
because the righteous
should never have to
manoeuvre around such traps.
Only a straight path will do.
22:77
22:77
Schedule in the romance
because it can’t happen
naturally anymore.
Perhaps it’s no longer there
and only memory
is joining us together.
22:76
22:76
Click on that notification
and maybe you’ll
learn who I really am.
Wouldn’t that be
an exciting twist.
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