
when I need you
you always fall short
fall away
fall back
fall behind
catastrophes follow
close on my heels
like a tornado ripping up everything
anything
What’s left
constantly taking samples
of my sanity
compassionate
and guided direction
cause you can’t afford
more than a trial size
you can’t afford to live the life
you lied
fear glazes your eyes
in the heat of a hateful rant
standing strong
and impenetrable
you cant
seem to get
a reaction
out
of
me
i chip the layers
of stress, anger, and settled love
watch them flake,
break into bits of debris
falling into a sort of broken halo
all around me
divine intervention
they always say
divine
this
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