here to often unfinished

sit with me

let us talk of what may come to be

tell me lies

sweet as honey

so that i may believe

your words

and the smoke rings you blow

i catch them

waiting for the color to change

as my father use to promise me

I'm at a bridge


it seems i am here to often

paying too many tolls

to cross across plains

of stories already told

we throw daggers

with our tongues

catch them and throw them back


it seems I'm here to often

addicted to sweet smell

of soap

and summer breeze




i want to fall into this rabbit hole

loose myself to only myself

and  no one else

never again

a promise i always break

but it seems I'm here to often

knowing i should be alone

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