it’s a shame—
we figure each other out
knitting threads
of dirty jokes
a chest full of demons
some dubious ambitions
diamonds worth
of coping with vices
of childhood fears
of anti-religion
of anti-everything—
raw
emotion
struggling to get past our walls
it’s left us crippled
we figure
we’re not that mighty
after allwe were
each other’s
idea of temporary
you think,
“no one can be that crazy”
but we yearned—
a lust for company
because in truth
we’re tired of waking up
in tears,
admitting we’re lonely
-m.d.
✍🏻11.15.16
INTROVERSE 