Why is it so easy
For someone to
Break a heart
Tare down walls
Only for theres
To be left
Untouched?—

The duality
The selfishness
Tear everyone down
Only caring
When the same
Bit of water
That they once drenched
Someone in
Touches them.

Only caring
When they fall—
On there own sword
When someone finally
Touches them with—
There own cruelty.

I'm not a poet
I'm just emotional
twenty-something emotions
those hit hard

I'm not a poet
only a sleepwalker,
my fingers burning to type
my laptop keyboard so well-lit
so I fall into the desire

I'm not a poet
I just whisper to a quiet altar called Hello Poetry
a fatal attraction
so I type
welcome to the cult