I don’t know much
and I know even less than that
on days where the sun doesn’t set
and instead keeps strong like a single celled organism
that is devouring the sky,
but I think that love
is just a lie
people tell people
whom they trust
Mizpellt wurdz
Only as good as my word, and I often have pretty bad – or should I say poor – word choice.
Mizpellt wurdz 
When people trust themselves, or stop (lying to themselves) they can trust others and then they can be self loving and love others without the attachment(s) and possessiveness.
You’re speaking to something very different in this poem.
Just so ya know.
I like it’s realness, or honesty but it’s young.
And yeah, I sound like a condescending prick. sorry.
Posted by tabbyrenelle | August 25, 2015, 12:55 pm