It feels like summer has set in.
Summer as I’ve come to know it.
Caved in.
I guess every step of the way you come to discover more of yourself.
Like i was branded by two women on the back.
What was left is always just me, icing wounds i allowed to happen while time slips away.
I’m just never going to fall for another one.
You created a juxtaposition of truths inside of me.
And I’m not depressed looking back at the past— what I’ve missed perhaps. I no longer miss a woman you’ve proven to be.... just depressed staring into the future knowing it’ll all just happen again.
Another one.
That’s why summer has set in.
Because I’m here again seeing if i want another go.
Every time the future is tossed, the same names come up and I’m reminded that i don’t know any different, than to fall for another one and face-plant back in summertime.
That’s why my legs are lead.
That’s why my head is steel.
And that’s why my heart is uranium.
Because i can’t trust another person with this again.
I’d rather be sick of self infliction then to hand another pretty face the blade.
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