Monday, September 5, 2011


Most days if I could excommunicate this girl I would.
so deeply entangled in the lie that is her reality.
some part of her can give contentment to others, she decieves herself.
some part of her has something to offer, her existence is tragic.
but part of me is fearful that I wouldn’t do it,
i wouldn’t shut her out if given the opportunity
she sucks up all the air in the room.
any emotion felt is expanded upon and ballooned into some distorted veracity.
so much a part of myself-
 to kill her would either snuff out my boldness or drop the bottom out of my insecurity.
my lack of bravery is an odd way to represent us both. 
im terrified that without her delusion-
i'd be potent.