Thursday, January 7, 2016


You may call me coward 
Blind, or self obsessed 

You may call me a depth I’m afraid to reach into 
A force among complacency 
Never meant to blend 
But dying to all the same 

I walked through shrapnel 
Let my feet snag on objects that once were 
Filed through my list of things, people who I wanted to fit holes 
But they were never the right size
Never looked right 
Changed me in ways I did not like 
I am a chameleon blaming the world for my change in color 
Setting bombs in my life

It is easier to walk away from things that can not be fixed  

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