am i the letdown that shook the foundation of their worries?
never did it to myself, but it seems i only ever did it to please
distichs and dead ends weren’t enough to keep me occupied
you left me spent, the choice i made just leads to a shortsight
callous, beguiling, simpleminded, though blindly overdramatic
indelible yet impossible, a performative living that feels emetic
zipped-up lips and narcolepsy hide a contraband of nightmares
embarking past columned spines, still seeking hope in nowhere
kept only by the promises disgraced—perhaps it was never really fair.