Sixth One
So let's exchange some quatrains over gin,
maybe even steal ourselves a kiss.
Don't ask me what condition my head's in.
It's not my same old. Then again, what is?
My backgrounds paint me colder than I am.
With all these layers, I must be warm inside.
So yeah, I act like I don't give a damn
when you and I both know that ghost's done died.
I've never been the best of company
but though I'm rarely nice, I'll not be cruel
or when I am, the wrong is meant for me.
But don't ask why I left or where I went –
Let's just pretend I've been away at school
or suffered from some fatal accident.
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this one, for me, is highly relatable. eerily so.
thank you. as is so almost all that i’ve written the past few years, my muse and companion to this was ms. wwns. see her poem, guess you had your reasons, among others of hers, with all my best