I,
pick apart
pieces of my life that are good
place them in a series of
playful,
pretty packages that we ripple back and forth.
you,
say, "this is nice."
say, "you don't get your panties in a twist with every little thing."
say, "you're cool, you're amazing."
say, "you haven't done anything,
that's disappointing."
maybe because
we pick apart
pieces of our lives that are good. Tolerable.
Volley with measure.
reality is not exactly
who i wanted to be
but I,
I got it, a hope rekindling,
You wanted more honest
You wanted more open, so
I became more honest
I became more open
and well, you...
I,
picked apart
pieces of life that are left
placed them...
somewhere
