The hardest thing in life is swallowing “I love you”.
But it be harder, for me, to keep wallowing in untrue...
....niceties, formalities, rehearsed varieties
all leading to emotional distressing mediocrities.
Sobriety, bitingly, never filling this cavity.
Is it you or me who hasn’t seen this decisively?
It was impossible for me to swallow “I love you”.
But it’s possible that I just allow my own undo...
.....from reality, totality, especially neutrality,
from being able to hold a sense of my own morality.
When I say I want friendship, I don’t want all the pageantry.
