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storybook cover getting worn with age
and happily ever after is about faded gone
schedules and duties bump your knees
balance thrown off so it’s drastic or drastic
all or nothing boy open your eyes
they’ve curtain-shut me out too long
why does there need to be change?
you’re employed – so that’s the death of fun?
freakin’ sick of that coffin you work on
in the garage of our future
responsibility won’t turn you to robot metal
because i’m still bleeding
red red trail to the door

newton’s law

never tied up the strings that dangled
when the phone clicked off and
put me to sleep with anxiety covers
pop a pill of sarcasm to get me through the day
smudge my mascara to match
my mood and i head out the door
not depressed by any means
but the storybook illusion has retired
smiling face greets at door that experiences
rotation 5 miles later due to a problemthat isn't mine
WYSIWYG – i got mine
i'm learning to mold though
what doesn't go up doesn't come down
not a flinch anymore when he erupts