Thursday, July 16, 2020

To be I guess

Whose minds would I cross
if I never exist
again? Whose hearts
would I tear out, then?
Is the pain hypothetical
in those I love
enough? To keep me
neck deep in this stuff

Pretend that it's not.
Now how does that feel?
Imagining they meant so little
so real

And I guess I must be
as real to them.

Shall we live on a guess?
I guess.
Amen

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