Points of no return we must reach alone;
There are some things I could never condone.
No need to parse data and determine what's real,
in the end, only things left are what we feel.
Known unknowns are no points to take issue;
Now I'm just one more thing to hold against you.
I can play my part and be fine with that I guess,
maybe these bars are just me putting it to rest.
The truth is I was never looking for you,
I found me and that's something we all must do.
The land of pretend holds no draw to me,
if it works for you, fine, I find it empty.
There's a line between fuck off and wishing well,
be sure not to cross it, there's always more to tell.
In the end, we can both go our separate ways;
I don't have time to waste on ghosts anyway.
If you are interested in networking with other poets here on steemit, reading and sharing your own poetry, or just enjoy some spoken word and want to hang out, I'm hosting a poetry jam this week and you can find the details here.
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