pamphlets pile the table
and conversations are replaced
tones are switched
and relationships become changed
he tells you
“this isn't our dream
we shouldn't be making your choices”
while she screams and screams and screams
hushing all of our voices
at night i feel something strange
it hasn't be here since ages
the feeling i've wanted to avoid
for so many years
i've been evasive
this feeling was what caused the ribbons
the ones that hug my arm
it caused the sessions and SSRIs
demise
demise
demise