Trust
Ceaseless friction
Push & pull contradiction
Possible to genuinely give
Without being used
Weary, weary
Cautious of others
Say we like brothers
How do I know
You’re not like the rest?
On surface
So friendly-
BAM!!!!
Two-faced
As you ram
A knife into my back
Rob me of my possessions
So greedily
Weeks pass, healing
Now cold and bitter?
No, not becoming
Of me
Back to the
Weary World
I flee
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