I haven’t written in forever so everything’s a little shit but c’est la vie…

Optical Illusions

She knows when you’re lonely

So comes to you like a friend

Claims it’s in your interest

To let her in again

She forces her cup to your mouth

Though your hands are completely free

Until the waves crash on the shore

Your insides like the sea

She’s there when no one else is

She even has a name

Just wait until she’s done with you

Gutted and hollowed your frame