the same 5x21x05

a simple wish

of self inflicted remodies

a simple kiss

and uncontrolled memories

the thought of myself

being wraped around your finger

the fucking mess

that you left me to clean here

in a dream of

apsolute bliss and honisty

create a life where

everything is good for me

the thought of myself

being left to linger

through the fucking mess

that could be a little cleaner

in the end where

fakers meet reality

shake their hands

to face the truth of hostility

the thought of myself

being in this danger

with the fucking mess here

that ive never seen cleaner.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

ive tried to redo this poem so many times, but i think i just like it as is.

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