The surfaces are always softer
whenever you’re in view
I guess it never really mattered
I choose to blind myself
at least that’s how I see it
trapped with a belly hunger
I know I could
feed for hours
still, I choose to go hungry now.
I’m starting to catch on
knowing just how come
time and attention matter
especially when they’re played
up against stolen promises.
The addiction is moving
strung out trying to catch a glimpse
I’m not sure you understand
why I keep this up
perhaps it’s because
we tend to come alive
when we crawl in the dark
flushed out from our corners
I honestly don’t mind
how or why all this started.
You still strike love
my permanent one
my mind is forever stuck
writing poetry at night.
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