I can’t pretend
that I don’t love it
that I don’t crave
a little bit of fucked up
I just feel safer
when I see scars
or that ever-questioning look
I know all too well
walls clash
and meld
and feel
for the first time
in a long time
rhetorical solipsism
I can’t pretend
that I don’t love it
that I don’t crave
a little bit of fucked up
I just feel safer
when I see scars
or that ever-questioning look
I know all too well
walls clash
and meld
and feel
for the first time
in a long time
