The bridge to my soul
Would be a gesture
Should be
Any kind of positivity
But why then
Do smiles increase
My unease
Can't laugh properly
No room to breathe
With a chest pressed down by
Knees of politeness
My neck in an elbow's
Breeze
It's easier to trust
The depravity of malice
Than smiles in a time of need
Than smiles that can mask
Their greed
Than
Just
Don't
Smile
At me
My bridge is buried underneath
The I could care less tree
But if you keep littering
Those milk white teeth
Like you give out happiness
For free
I might just torch your bridge
I might just scorch your tree
And when I open the back
Of my trunk and smile,
When you don't know me?
Just know it's all your fault
For smiling back at me
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Shades & Shadows
PoetryExploring the intensity of duality through poetry, life, death and everything in between.
