caught

Standard

maybe i can’t catch the

quintessence

and i know i don’t want

to psychoanalyze myself

through poetry

 

so then i’m caught

between a rock

and a hard place

 

death scares me

and then i forget

 

love scares me

and then i look again

 

my brain scares me

and then i feel love

again

 

and care nothing

about the quintessence or psychoanalysis

 

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