Talking to Myself

Why are we so fucking proud?
Waiting a year to say "love you" again.
I don't even need that much time.

Why am I so fucking scared?
Please just come, and I'll hand you my love.
Just take it away from me 'til I'm not dead.

Why are we so fucking distant?
It's exhausting yet inescapable.
See some pride and prejudice here.

I'm not writing another damn letter.
If a drinker, I'd be messed up tonight.
Singing my lungs out just not to feel. Fuck.

Feb. 25, 2025