Wednesday, November 2, 2011

untitled poem 2

i love hard when i'm treated bad
but when the going's good i deem it too good to last

the deeper it gets
the more i start to fret
raise up my walls
and let the aloofness commence

i'm fucked in the head and swallowed up by the things i think i lack
but how do you tell someone all of that?

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