By-product
You entered the back door
With your ruptured heart
From last night's torture.
The only who turned gaze were your friends.
Them, who made you safe 'till the end.
The others gave side-eyes.
They only recognize your one side.
The rest never laid eyes on you.
They don't know you.
They don't care about you.
They don't have an interest in you.
Yet,
You seen them more than you see your friends.
You received pictures of them without them knowing.
Its not like their connections are unsecured.
And this isn't about somebody's phone.
Your just holding on to their image from before.
You remember? You were an artist a long time ago.
Your skills just automatically went on a show.
Worst creativity subdued and plastered a movie.
Horror, thriller, suspense, and crime.
All genres combined,
Your brain went out, again, that night.
An afterparty headache except you find yourself sober.
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A Roadtrip In Mind
PoésieThis is a work of POETRY. Take a step on the road of "how i see EVERYTHING." Beware of the mispelled words, wrong grammar and/or diction. Thanks!
