Don't fucking listen.
April 22, 2025 · Poem 7 of 112
You don't have to lie.
Your truth is a flawless silhouette
in a blacktop dream,
lit by sodium lights
under a starless sky.
You don't have to pretend.
You'll never meet another person like you,
and neither will she.
The echoes of those whispers
that sliced your mind
will become the wisdom
with which you'll change... you'll change...
Don't listen.
Don't you listen.