This Isn’t Where I Found You

This isn’t where I found you.
Frayed at the ends.
Empty bottles clinking and drowning.
Rivulets of guilty consciousness upending.
I tried to fly over it all.
But the razors falling from the sky severed my good intentions.
Contrary to what we thought we believed.
We continue to rely.
It’s all lies.
They haunt your mind.
Disrupt your sight.
Misguide thoughtful adjectives.
But that’s ok.
I’ll stay here in process.
A thin silhouette perched above a madness too unkind to not swallow me into an oblivion.
The worst part is,
You will live forever amongst my words.
While I wither under the roots of a tree.
And exit permanently through the leaves of the autumnal night.


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