May 22nd, 2024

I’ve let people close enough
To count the piercings in my ears
Find the scars on my body
But none of it was real
I’m tired of letting someone in proximity
To see the bioluminescence in my eyes
Then they watch it fade out
When another part of me dies
I know I’m the prize
But they can’t commit
They got their chance
And I watched them blow it