Why It's Not, Simple
I've never taken a position.
You see me but I see you inside of it.
I look at what it is that scares me about you.
One person should do this.
I don't expect you to understand what they wanted.
No one wanted this.
Everyone wanted this.
This metal?
This ribbon of honor?
It's what you're looking for?
They slice my soul for this?
Where is my soul?
Better yet, run.
I always thought it was simple
There's you and me - there's also time but he gets dizzy all the time...but you get it right?
No, why would it have...
It's been too long,
Many people died.
All this love all over the place,
Not even looking, just to give it to someone.
It's such a sack of crap.
Meanwhile that person who believes so dearly walks in front of a train.
Copyright © Noelle Staudt | Year Posted 2019
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