Longing for the last
feels like stepping over shards of glass.

Words exchanged without a change in tone
stick around at home,
crushing my projectile bones.

Pain is constant in your presence,
meaning living is a desperate measure.
An attempt to keep them safe
from the eruption of your built up rage.

The only i can`t escape
is this one liability of mine,
the one which keeps me burning up inside-
living in a lie.
октомври 2014г.