I kill me
I kill me with kindness
I kill me with blandness
Must be allergic to vanilla
A spiceless version of me
I want you to notice
When I come around
Yet I hide in my hoodie
Unwilling to make a sound
I try to meet your eyes
Without looking your way
My heart aches
But my body lies
My wistful feelings
Blow like the mist they are made of
Hazing my vision
Leaving me to die
I’m twisting in the wind here!
No reason to get excited though.
My grip be firm
My determination…..determined.
The fingers fly in the
The fly fingers the flypaper
Papered the fly
With hostile messages
On off white card stock
And killed a few trees.
And me
Almost forgot
With a bullet
With a cancer
With a virus
With a vengeance!
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