12.19.20
BOOT.S.TRAPS
for someone who holds honesty on such a high shelf
he sure does
a piss poor job at estimating
his own height
I don’t mean this to be puzzling
not like squares your try to fill
wires on your brain cross fire between
shame, math, and impact painted skin
and yes it’s a lie
coloring it with the “pretty” answer
doesn’t make it less un-lie
to illustrate; try telling you’re mirror
you’re “okay.”
the edges of his discomposure give her away
jitterbug mania refusing to make eye contact.
I want to shake the shame out of you.
Fragility, in my opinion, is worn best with a coat of discernment.
You wear yours like a shadow.
Stop for a second and consider how a shadow feels about it. Your own, maybe. It may harbor a bit of an inferiority complex. I know, if I were a shadow, I wouldn’t want to be half of what I should be.
All that too say.
My eyes have seen enough violence, to have you stare at them while speaking half-truths. Especially when you refuse to see, their earnest.