letting go of the thread
tapestry comes unraveled
running slow through my head
all the roads I have traveled
knowing that I am unusual
breeds a loneliness abounding
perhaps I am delusional
for my problems are compounding
No hands to trust, my hands are slipping
my back is bare, no wings for clipping
i tread lightly on this eggshell path
and creep nightly to escape the wrath
I dream big, but live small
I trip often, but dont fall
live on the edge and drop all my pretense
fuck it all, none of it makes sense
close my heart like a book
i was a fool to let you take a look
you read the preface,
glanced at the cover
couldn't care much less
I'm a stalemate lover
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