Wednesday 11 January 2012

Your facade is losing it's touch

Not all unbelievable
not all that inconceivable.
Hours, days, endless time wasted trying
attempting autonomy with a false underlining.
Knees buckling from the insurmountable weight
unyielding insecurities begin to procreate.
Relying on fictitious hope that I mattered
exhaustion hovered bedside with prayers unanswered.
And now hypocritical notions spill from your mouth
as if you bothered assisting an ounce.
Recounting the numbers of the ones who've done me wrong
I added one more because I know you've been one all along.

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