I normally write better than this. That's all I've got to say for myself - bitterness + boredom during philosophy lesson = this
The words I say to make things right.
Always spoken from the wrong mouth.
I sharpen the syllables to soften the blow.
The narrative runs dry when you don't respond.
It took you so long to find yourself.
I wonder if the waiting was worth it.
The only emotions you capture still on a camera.
Frozen and false for the seconds it takes to pose. [read more]