I’m more desperate than I seem
There’s a fire in my voice
and a gaze from my eyes
It’s translation matters,
but only to me
I want to forget these last months of my life
I breath deep and feel shallow.
The more hold the burn in my hands-
The harder it is to fight
To let go of all the things I’m holding inside
When life becomes a mask that you forget to put on
I’m much more desperate than I’m leading on
Even alone in bed
I feel the eyes
And the fingers on the back of my neck
Some things will never leave
And sometimes the dirtiest thing burns clean
I’m trying not to stink of twenty-something desperation
For the rest of my life.
There are no more secrets that I want to hear
I can’t distract myself, I can’t hide myself
I breathe deep and feel hollow.
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