the hearing ear is always found close to the speaking tongue.

[pogochick]

all of the beautiful empty heads
bountiful, without responsibility.
they dont mind what they dont see.
they lay (or lie), not i, in their beds.

i watched you walk away from me.
i watched your angry faces.
but those were the comfortable places
if i take my glasses off i cannot see.

a first for me, the disloyalty
it drowned like the mud of superficiality.
the self defeat becomes a commotion
of how undeserving i am of admiration.

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me and he, we have studied what makes bridges fall:
- the excuses that i place for him in his mouth,
- my confidence which fades and lulls.
otherwise, i never weigh my worth.

now we will leave the doors unlocked
for the want or whim to talk.
my narrative can weigh down bridges
but at the banks, not over the ledges.

"i became a transparent eyeball.
i am nothing. i see all."