Submissions by dankfinesse

I have a confession to make.
I don’t really know what I’m doing.

The flair in me,
it seems, had died
long before you came crashing
through my proud shell
still struggling to understand
that now I reap what I sow;

That now the world spun a bit
Too
Fast
For me.

I’m fine.
It’s hard, though
when you eye me lovingly
like I still were the treasure
that you were looking for.

Only if.

I have a confession to make.