the condition for the expression of
at least that's what i was told
but people been telling me lies my whole life
why would this be different?
couched in rhetoric of - now let's be honest -
deceptive (un)clarity
people hardly mean what they say
even when they do / the illogic coats
vocal chords until i can no longer speak
and from the safety of this silence
we just look at each other, until eyes pierce
and gazes are lowered in a truce - ceasefire - or defeat
lowered just low enough to sink far enough into
the non-plussed non-existence of
and when the annihilation begins
my lips so oft smooth and straight crease into a smile
seeming a bit macabre perhaps,
but i've always liked surprises
and it can't be said - all the things in my head
of demons and deserts, rainy day mussed haired boys
and oceans that eat me alive (in a pleasant way)
so many things contiguity that it comes out nonsense
although to me it had some sort of meaning
so i drop it, unable to forget, but willingness
to remember on the wane because
well because it seems so crazy to the onlookers
so i just keep it to myself.
