the confusion is ever present
clouding my memories from only myself
and causing a change in demeanor
one so unlike the person i know
bad habits hard to break
good ones hard to obtain
the one's neutral make it hard to pick a side
and I'm left more confused than i was to begin with
words come out in a jumbled mess
picking them apart would take centuries
years that i don't have
and don't want
blank screens and trembling hands
thumping hearts and heavy breathing
cotton mouths and tunnel vision
reluctant limbs and mind seething
where to start?
where to end?
what to say
when there are no words
how to break the silence
slice through the absence
how to quiet the eloquence
stop displaying the impudence
broken into pieces
by a remark as cold as ice
as the person from which the words
left the fingertips and lips
bitter
like the taste of under ripe fruit
as they are prematurely plucked from their comfort
to be placed in the foulest of areas
a mouth of sin and ruin
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