i wanted to write a poem
but i fell out of love
now all i can write
is lamenty bullshit
of dreams i thought i'd live
with a love i thought was eternal
and true
i've been a liar
to myself and others
but i thought this was
the lie
i thought i'd never
need to lie again
i lied to myself
i pulled the wool
over my own eyes
that wool
so warm and thick
protecting me from invaders
that was the very wool that
blinded me to life
to truth
i wish that blanket
still wrapped around my head
around my whole body
like it used to
i wish that wool
wasn't wet
or smelled of other livestock
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