Less of Myself

I’m leaning towards the mislabeled afterthoughts

I’m leaning toward the frown of the aftershock

I’m leaning toward the confusion and jumbled up words

I’m leaning toward the goodbye and the footsteps you leave behind

I’m leaning toward the unforgiven and the unforgettable

I’m leaning toward the hidden wall and the forsaken sounds of misery

I’m leaning towards cornered edges and turbulence

I’m leaning towards the chained emptiness and sores on my ankles

I’m leaning toward the cynical dialogue and wounded phrases

I’m leaning towards the vicious cycle and turmoil circling in my stomach

I’m leaning towards an empty bed and lying in the apathy

I’m leaning towards the weight on my shoulders and permanent chip

I’m leaning towards the disturbance and the distorted lies you spoke

I’m leaning towards of giving less of myself and taking what is left of my sanity


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