truth be told

[twininglight]

over-exposure.
these days i easily refuse my talking,
flowery spring sun approaching the tiny pangs of
a beneficiary, my breath once perfected this.
there are no roads, no signs, there is no wheel,
what is me, driving away from you.

and what feels like you losing what you once had;
some ounce and passionate strength of intelligence.
intellectual truth, have you. a youth spent
running and controlling. well, maybe there's a control
there, i let go.

i am going to fail out of college.
take all the responsibility you want,
there is no purpose, and there is no love.

you lied, and i cannot drive away, ever.