you gave me tremors again,
and this time it didn't matter where i was.
there was no hiding in the alcove of prayer, and i was too afraid
and white- washed to hear and accept
that i'll never be as damn near perfect
as i willed.
the image of a thousand better days
wore cuter smiles and the parting of hairs
was lighter than water
but i am still unnerved,
unwell; i'm lengthening my eyes, i'm darkening my veil.
these promises shift to lighter things
in hopes that this will escalate, and be something larger
than i am, with stronger hands, gentle veneer;
forgiveness like
i've never seen. oh, you're haunting me.
the image of a thousand better days
wore cuter smiles and the parting of hairs
was lighter than water
but i am still unnerved,
unwell; i'm lengthening my eyes, i'm darkening my veil.
you were two years ago,
the better.










thank you. i was needing to write lyrically, and i am in such a bad mood that i was adamant to for whatever the reason use the smallest text possible.
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