• 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
    but 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
    blinding 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 livestock