it's a whirlwind.
it's twists sporadically
and unconventionally
unofficially
makes the whim its fool
as she breathes through a pinhole
and peers through to see
she cannot do both at the same time
she is youthful and weak
she is not always me.
chords scratched across walls
this building is going to break
this building is going to break
break break break break
break.
the idealist missed the hidden crack transformed
into root's paradise
my perspective is not solely mine
i have never kept one still.
you are never changing
the exception to nature
to a normal feeling
and will never know a quick reaction
how to please you
is a magic pathway
one step off the cliff to find
the magic won't stretch far
you are nothing
but we value you as a person
stop staring
she doesn't want your selfish attempts
at pity
you oughta know
my growth involves the decay of you.
Author notes
frustration.
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