Tess Wiley Idle
i feel this warm, cancerous sin overwhelm my heart
again.i'm steadfastly clutching my pride.
if i could find the ties between - show me where,
i'll cut them clean. i'm ready to get off of this ride.
losing half my lazy days mulling over countless ways
that i could leave him spinning in his seat.
no matter how much i protest,
no matter how much i'm blessed,
i'll always have to prove myself to me.
i can't let it go. i don't know what they might think of
me,
and i know i shouldn't care, but i can't let it go.
i don't know how i should feel.
never in one million years would i have ever thought i
hear
such phantasmic projections from him.
now i'm left with too much time
to gather clever ways in mind
to make him feel as worthless as i do.
perhaps i shouldn't be so tough,
clearly they're not smart enough to
deal with things right.
i should close my eyes and pray that God
would give the strength to face themselves.
