fickle as a heart can be
damned it was so usual to me
kicking about the grounds as leave
for no other reason than best if we

should you find a way home
i would absolutely go

passing time as more than such
but never ever meaning much
for what would serve a sooner try
than acting toward a living lie

after the world shows you right
come to my space the after night

rude it is of consequence
to mock the life of same
and there we were all meant to be
but too afraid to change

if you ever need to breathe
come suffocate with me.

-see

©2017 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet