tides of mind

In the wake of my newfound song

I won’t be talking to you anymore

I’ve found something else to get me off

Off my couch, into the woods

The tiniest, unswept corners of my mind

It’s cloudy in here, but there’s some scraps

Of sense and respectability, I can make do

With this, but with a twist, of poetic comedy

Suicidal remnants twinkle but I put them aside

I’m coming later, but for now I will write

Till my ocean feels dissatisfied, and I pull away

Watch the tide recede and with it goes

Everything I thought you wanted me to be

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