How are you, blah blah blah.
Tea, pop culture references.
A nostalgia trip and
Blah blah blah.
The conversation peeling
Off the layers after each
Spell of boredom.
Uncomfortable silence
Pushing you a step closer
To naked vulnerability.
What a song meant.
A good day before father's
Death. Unexpressed gratitude.
And that random ass pain
That comes cluttering
Through sarcasm at first.
After everything is said
And done. The final layer
Bruising through your
Hesitation past midnight-
Your urge to tear it off,
To cry it all to him-
Then you hear him snore.
Just another day of closing
The floodgates of the river
Behind your eyes-
The invisible knife in your
Hand, a bit more sharper.
The Fourth Blank fired in
The Russian Roulette that
Goes on, in your head.
Tea, pop culture references.
A nostalgia trip and
Blah blah blah.
The conversation peeling
Off the layers after each
Spell of boredom.
Uncomfortable silence
Pushing you a step closer
To naked vulnerability.
What a song meant.
A good day before father's
Death. Unexpressed gratitude.
And that random ass pain
That comes cluttering
Through sarcasm at first.
After everything is said
And done. The final layer
Bruising through your
Hesitation past midnight-
Your urge to tear it off,
To cry it all to him-
Then you hear him snore.
Just another day of closing
The floodgates of the river
Behind your eyes-
The invisible knife in your
Hand, a bit more sharper.
The Fourth Blank fired in
The Russian Roulette that
Goes on, in your head.