When your teachers do not care
And your lover is not here
Nor ever was
You can feel this whimpering, chattering mind-set
The darkness gets colder from time to time
Vapor gets released from pores in your body
As you sweat it out
There are many reasons to live
But how much of it do you want?
You want children, but you’re abusive
You want love, but you can’t stay in one place
You want forgiveness, but you can’t forgive
You don’t want recognition, but it’s what you flaunt
It is all a distraction
To avoid the pain
The loneliness
The emptiness
The hole that can’t be filled
Will you admit it?
At least do so to yourself
You are not really happy
It might hurt a bit
In fact, it could be hell
Realization is criminal
Odd beats in nature
Obstruct a smoother flow
You can feel it in your bones
It is an unending rapture
That follows below
Beneath your feet and toes
Waiting
Is like
Candy
Melting
In
One
Sun
And
Tasting like the other in Mars.
Not that I would know
Would I, friend?
Perhaps you could travel to Venus
I know you already have
Is it how I think?
Creamy, soft, cloudy, savvy
Just another distraction
You’re just another distraction
Just another way
For me to escape
My life
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