For the first hour I am elated,
Fumbling and bouncing from one activity to the next
Until the realizations begin to set it, revalations coaxed by the poison in my throat
You are the hate that cracks parched lips
That no amount of fluid could drown
it is not your fault.
My mind is a game of puzzles and locks
No one can ever quite tell what I am thinking
Sometimes, I can't even tell
I cannot speak through the vines of regret wrapped around my vocal cords
I wonder why I cannot be someone you would want
The more I think, the more I realize,
I don't even want myself
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