Focus Wounds
Published in
Dec 5, 2020
Life with you, a sitcom, I surrender. This comedic act is all-consuming. The applause is cued but I’ve no laughter. As opposed to when? I’m sure you’d say.
I wish I knew which way to go with you. Even if your words all rehearsed. My understudy has his eyes on you but I’m sure you knew that didn’t you.
And on this stage of lies and thoughts, little circles around our eyes.
We wake up, we linger and fill the room with all our lies. Just stay still; unfaithful.
