– all the honesty I can give –

“End it,” I tell myself,
lying like only I can.
Lost and found without your help,
I screw up my plan.
Oh me, oh me oh my,
thirsty and always too dry.
Time has fluttered right on by,
25 new ways to cry.

All the online stalking…
bike rides to the Milf…
births to ev’ry poem…
only brings more guilt.
Time now for adulthood…
taste rejection’s bite.
See all the falsehood…
I cannot disguise.

D.J. Whisenant

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