Honest
if i had to be honest
with you
right now
i don't like you, don't hate you,
i think you're just fine.
i don't think you might as well be out of your mind.
i'm a shell, i'm an escapee,
and this room, it isn't what it used to be.
but if you wanted honesty, all you had to was ask me.
you could hold out your hand,
and tell me to hold out mine.
we'd touch fingers and smile,
but i would be lost in thought.
you, are you true?
or is it just my mind,
making things up
so i don't seem as lost?
'you' isn't a face, 'you' isn't a persona.
it's my inner voice saying,
"wake up, you're dying."
and i'm telling myself to think good thoughts, to ward off the future.
but how do i do that when every minute i'm shifting, and my thoughts are brand new?
