July 8, 2024.
my involuntary urge to be vague, to dial it all in, play pokerface
but the moment I feel misheard, my words become pointed and deliberate
Emotionally charged but somehow delivered flatly, distant
Strange how I can make such difficult knots,
just to smack the hands of those who can't untie them
Maybe they weren't meant to be figured out, in my mind
Leave it at curiosity, why must we always ask "why?"
Poetry by aidan haskel
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Written on 2024-07-08 at 22:45
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Something I've noticed about myself is -my involuntary urge to be vague, to dial it all in, play pokerface
but the moment I feel misheard, my words become pointed and deliberate
Emotionally charged but somehow delivered flatly, distant
Strange how I can make such difficult knots,
just to smack the hands of those who can't untie them
Maybe they weren't meant to be figured out, in my mind
Leave it at curiosity, why must we always ask "why?"
Poetry by aidan haskel
Read 134 times
Written on 2024-07-08 at 22:45
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