loud wasp
Careless, careless, careless
The snake’s venom, coursing through my veins
I fed it, cared for it, yet lay flat on the grass
My smile wavered, not an ounce of care, or affection
“Why bother?” My mind repeats in the haze
Meats, shelter, yet no heart to feel it all.
Years, months, hours, days
My mind in an endless brawl
It slivers in—smiles in the form of a hiss
Yet it remains cracked, not even a kiss
I hate it, I am not diseased
I only want it to hear my pleas
Yet I am forced to forget
The snake will always steal
My heart too tired to be fret
Yet I always pondered if it was real
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