Unclever

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I'm tearing myself apart,
Crawling at my insides,
Biting holes into the inners of my cheek.

He's still at the motel
I Checked out days ago.

Beauty is behind me.
I grow old as I look back
At just how far I've come.

I know the end of the road is far away,
Yet i deceive myself,
With squinting eyes,
That I can see the end.

My body believes it.
My soul consumes it.
And I eat myself alive.