i feel fuckin’ terrible.

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.

Published by mikelenczycki

Not Anybody.

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