When the glass is empty- i'm hungry for more-
thirst for more pain- more commitment-
more than i've ever given.
and you wonder why i run away-
there's nothing to be afraid of-
just boredom and a slowly rotting mind-
not much new
in a place full of strangers
that i've walked within for years-
silent and obnoxious to their tears- the feelings
they suppress- nothing can cure their seams- and falling ears-
nothing can take away their mess.
-a.
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