14-5-2025 Days Spent On A Draft

From the outside it might look like my life has improved, But in spite of how I like to be viewed, I’ve never had to bite my tongue as often as I have in these last few months. Just gotta chew on my words like food. On the Southside of the city view, The lights on the water shifted reflecting off the choppy grooves, The night stopped by and gave me an eye. Like my mother, Tonight disapproved. Tomorrow too, Or at least I’ll assume. For all the loud fights with myself, I still feel awfully removed, Almost asleep behind the lights because living lively is living like a ruse. Take me as a bite, Chew on my words for a while, Spit out the waste as your cheeks grow full. Taste the bile, Brew on the thoughts for a while, Hints of a sorry guile pace meekly on your tongue. The push, And the pull.