You learn to celebrate
getting through
getting past
getting all this out your system
i gotta celebrate
all my pros
feeling like this isn’t prose, just
static resistance

There’s nothing wrong with being fragile
or wry
I ran from my feelings
I ran from the city
I ran from desire
Lust haunts us forever

But soon comes night
and letting go of light
I can’t see I’ve got a future 
double bluff
you were right
i can’t look back this time
it’s always when you stop it seems so hard at times

Facing down,
feeling awful

false hope forever?