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White lies

By Sam Anarchize Published 5 years ago 1 min read

Are you okay? I ask.

your voice trembles then heightens,

My stomach turns,

You pick up, I pick you up,

The inevitable is coming,

I'm powerless again,

I hit my knees,

You pick up, I pick you up,

I wait for a text,

The gibberish,

The lies,

You pick up, I pick you up,

When will the storm pass?

Sordid filth,

You attempt to fuck others,I feel fucked!

You pick up, I pick you up,

Moving imagery arrives,

Dead affection,

Jaw bouncing off walls,

You pick up, I pick you up,

Fear paralyses me,

Gear paralyses you,

Where will this debauche end?

You pick up, I pick you up,

My want to control you,

Your want to control use,

Neither of us achieve,

You pick up, I pick you up,

Coming down, crying,

will you make the supreme sacrifice?

How many lives for this alley cat?

You pick up, I pick you up,

And again, pick up

Replay, pick up

Repeat, pickup

You pick up, I pick you up

We are broke and broken,

Disease has victory,

I'll send in the cavalry,

You pick up,

I pick up!

sad poetry

About the Creator

Sam Anarchize

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