sometimes they will say what
they’ve been holding back
and look at me with a slight smile
and the cursed words pour out,
“it’s not that deep”
they’ve been holding back
and look at me with a slight smile
and the cursed words pour out,
“it’s not that deep”
the callous nonchalance
the quick easy way it’s dismissed
and the stark line in the sand they’ve drawn
just to call it a boundary
for the sake of easy
I will turn away so they don’t see
my blanched look
full of dismay
it is everything deep
to me
- les’nspired