avoiding glares across the room writing letters in pages of books breathing down the neck of my new best friend
i lost again like newlyweds getting high, apologize measured by my jealousy unaware of my own biases contrary to what you'd normally expect i will ameliorate wounds that I've left we don't know what we're capable of
posturing is the word of the day personal anguish, trust over time a path divides in the brush somewhere a faint voice leads me home