And so I write

And so I write….

There’s not much to do when you don’t like the light.

And so I write….

It’s dark in my head and he‘s not worth the fight.

And so I write….

The wax spins around, as it also burns down.

Paint the perfect pink smile over my perfect frown

I could give a shit, but I don’t…but I might.

And so I write….

These fingers ache from gripping so tight

But still I write…

Feigned apathy is my truth never told

My lies tucked away  in every crevice, every fold

So close I can touch it. No I can’t…no, not quite

Eyes getting heavy. Sweet darkness. Sweet delight.

I can not write