12/25/23

regretfully recognize the hollowness that invades

as you remind me whos at fault

its mine

and we both know who's responsible for it

its mine

stop reminding me that

its mine

the sour flavor fills his mouth

of sodium nitrate and repulsion 

the justification of repurposed words never tasted so bitter

sweet like incidents and sour like apologies

when pouring out your heart for inclusion

knowing nothing else fills that void

expect for sweet situational irony

expecting necessities is always pitiful

he should know not to fall back

your rope will snap at the tension

try to fill yourself up

but being stuffed comes with a price

with food that he can't afford

but make the new ones pity you

as you color your skin with crayons

sweep the past under the rug

this is a house with shameful sights

the apathy and tragedies weren't so convenient 

if he's locked inside the cupboard

with your memories in hand

relapse with lack of judgement

and bask in the attention 

of sweet situational irony