Timmy

This is not me, jelly for thoughts, each day of uncertainty, a useless fall from grace, cast adrift forlorn, do you really want hate, or foul reason, to laugh when I'm caught, spitting in the lee, she reads this and shakes, absence from my call, screams why I hesitate, waiting for the seasons, wonders if I'm born, squaring for the next scene, she raises the stakes, a fear of being torn, I have to act brave, who can dream of empathy, sitting on a wall, boom of a broken sea, when she dances on thorns.