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Idle Steps 3.24.24 “Rosy Zero"

Tongue in cheek work secrets Whispered Passed notes Over hands Over thoughts How many layers of suit and tie To hold you by Pull you; good boy What should not be said Does not pass these walls These halls These locked doors I know These words mean nothing-everything And yet A rose will make me bleed Hard to swallow Spitting up answers and nonsense Answers The world feels farther and crueler For you in it A thorn in my throat Pull me closer–closer-closer And whisper me nothing-everything Offhanded, on-handed, un-hand My heart Weaker than petals Unlike your open bloom and thorns Good as I am; fragile Glass, too, is fragile See through me as plain as pane Cut deep All the same; pain

my insecurities are insincere when they tell me lies they try to say i've lost my way or that i've missed a sign

I will count the sheeps to sleep

for a beautiful dream

but auntie

won't the wolf come?

as soon as he hears

this night time lullaby

--- k

and true words in the world

but not believe them

You wish that you could go back

But you want me to stay

I wish I could say what’s on my mind today

It’s so scattered that I cannot find the words to describe

The sensation of our connection being torn and etched away

Stress and time cut into promises of making it to old age

With pictures in our houses framing our journey together

We sit watching our friendship wither and decay

Goddamnit I’m so busy just trying to survive

That my priorities are sidelined staring at me with sad eyes

I can see you staring at me with such sad eyes