Self-inflicted

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I wish you knew

not everyone is a thief

 

Your days are stolen by eyes

that cry out for acceptance

while walking past forests

without a glance to the left

 

You misread my calm

for carelessness

when the truth is

I could care less for thoughts

that aim to turn my vision red

 

For all I see are green trees

and each leaf

as it edges further

to the forest floor

 

Walk with me

in the darkest of woods

breathe the wet air

and throw your fair skin

into the muddy path beneath your feet

thrash around for a while

and let the thunder die

 

 

 

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