i guess that comes with age
but then again it may come from
too many distractions
people’s problems that
you make your own
like finding roaches in your new home
some problems you just don’t need in your life
i’ve stroked your ego for far too long
listening to your stories often imagined
and unreal
i guess i wanted to be the only constant in your
life
the rock you could cling to
never knowing i would be tossed
across a pond of lies, deception and
hungry catfish
they’ll eat anything
this morning i woke up
in my bed alone
your things still in my closet
i didn’t bother to pack them this time
for some reason you’ve just become
less important
i have dreams to rescue
like a mother realizing her child
is about to be swept away in an ocean’s under current
i can no longer be distracted by this simple shyt
my drowning dreams need me
and so does the world
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