entire family tree
of apology
always just too much
i bother me.
i get what i want,
and it’s my problem.
perpetual vibe haunt,
ghosts of Sodom.
there’s a
profoundly depressive
serenity,
in breaking.
e n d l e s s l y .
at least the pain
gives air
breathes heirs.
so, i guess
i’ll involuntarily make
greater mistakes
the horrors i’ll take
to find anyone
Not Fake.
just for those
who would never
reach out.
when you’re broken,
but
won’t
impose.