mother’s dayz

i don’t know what you’re up to
who you are
what your life is
one minute you’re here
then there
then gone
sad, freaked out
then disappeared
with stories
who knows what’s true
i try not to care about
what’s real
what’s ever up
with you
or with this _____
who’s ruined you
only care that you’re safe
alive
and that you know you’re loved
this isn’t the life
i ever imagined
to have with you
you so
out there
so gone and far away
6.8 minutes
door to door
but with
never a minute
for realtime
that means anything
yeah i’m crazy
and here’s some more
ammo
to take me out
with
i’m too busy
now too
and sunday
means nothing
without the
rest of the days
in a year
it wouldn’t be real
just more games
and pretending
why bother?

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About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i write...to release the gamut of emotion...to tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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