Talk Past Them
Cant remain but am
know I have to but cant
know I will but delay
sleep in the right time to die
spit my words like honey
casually crawls down their senses
muted slowed and automatic
the next tragedy so predictable
isnt that ugly or gross
why it was me
its how I know you
its how I hate you
so when do we crystallize
eternalized in motion
still and weathering
forever stuck on a twig
none the closer to snapping
I know I should but cant
I know I will never
so I wont ever
tell
Copyright © Ember Waters | Year Posted 2022
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