este's a friend of mine
we meet up every tuesday night
for acts of global change
and some rich peace of mind
este's as cold as ice
as iridescent as the cards i played as a kid
she says im brutal,
though all i do is walk around
holding a mirror in my hands
sometimes people need
to be reminded of who they are
from the outside
and even if you can perfectly blend
you'll feel the need to hide
no body, no crime
if you kill the soul
what proof could there be left behind?
24.08.2022
YOU ARE READING
my poems
Poetryhonestly, life only seems like a theatre of one distracting itself from everything to care about.
