The Shell Game


This jovial face,

Hides something behind its lips.

Your forked tongue tells lies.

Anchored in the Clouds

We’re floating anchors,

Inside hearts that are falling,

Upwards to cloud nine.  


I don’t know what’s worse,

This poison that plagues my veins? 

Or your indifference? 

The Arrogant Altruist (or #SorrynotSorry)


How to stop habits?

These constant apologies…

For my existence.