even

so not even.
i wasn't living to make it even. whatever that means.
i didn't break nothin.
i didn't even have to worry about breaking anything.
or maybe you mean time. and that shitty, shitty feeling.
i don't think that could ever be even.




so no, baby, not even.


coma. that's a good explanation.
it's funny. not at all. but i wrote it last night, i wrote it just like this.

i don’t know what it’s like for you, but you still creep in. for me.

even when i try.

you still..just .....hush. 

it’s like that old writing, where your voice just won’t stop.

i wanted it there, but it was never there when i wanted it the most. 

and now it’s here and i don’t want to hear. 

jesus christ that’s a pretty face, cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark.

i tried really hard, but sometimes i just sink, even with so many life preservers. 

and then today it's hey.
hey! 
no. no. no. disabandoned. always pointing right at you. always. 




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