The anger that arose in me when the limitations of my expectations were too vast.
Disappointment doesn't just knock at my door it invites itself in and take a seat
An as these house visits repeat in every guy whom I thought had potential
my faith is circumcised from a mustard seed to the emptiness of nothing
I hate to be bitter and mute but to reconsider a dispute just to fill the loudness of silence is too familiar to me
I will never accommodate someone else's feelings by changing my own in an attempt to make peace
and you should know that, especially when Im at this state.
// e.b.
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PoezieA collection of my thoughts in poems that reflects my life before, after, and during being associated with my first love as well as my creative impulses. a poetic photograph of May 2015- October 2015. ***BEWARE PROFANITY***
