There is a person...who can kiss my ass...but she actually wants to kiss my ass...so....Weird...

Photo by Kerri A. Smith

Get up from this set up

Drained of clarity

Yet seeing 20/20

The Words, scars, stars, lies and tears

The bottom of the bucket

W rite, read it to you 

And you listen 

I listen and and you spill your mess

All over my kitchen

Like my words?

Spoken true

Deep as still water; 

Deeper

Than You.

Click. Hangup. 

Jealousy is reeking.

Click, times two.

Mind games and head fucks

unreeling. 

Gaurds Up

Shots Up

Wings down, arms folded

Thumbs tucked

A crazy tie of families

Bound together by a Star

Tolerance for the consumed, 

eaten alive by what they consume

Robbed (of truth)

Missing (pieces)

Stories (changing)

Guards, still poised

I remain at stance

and the mentality is unbreaking

Panicked, nervous and full of fear and adrenaline

The ignited is vanquished 

When you leave

To go back home, again.