Free your own mind
from the shackles
you have set her in.

Set yourself free
from the self you have
contained her in.

Contain the bravery
to break her free
from what you made her be.

Become the one
that they will know.


It’s an emotional investment
that we make:
whether or not to care.
A transaction.

Fuck! Is it really that?

We’ve all been there;
our hearts are worn the hardest.
It’s strength they lack
(not truth).

No, I don’t believe it.

For strength,
in truth,
binds us to lies.
Deception is a sport.

I see it now.

The question marks are stalagmites.

The conversation dripping.

We’ve lost all form.

You’ve lost your way.

I feel like I am sinning.

To stay with you I would be.

[I’ve got to run away.


[I’m trading in the fame for some logic.]

The punctuation fleeing.