Alone

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Your clothes reek of angst whenever I touch your insecurities.

The flames fly out of your eyes faster than I can claim impunity.

I joke about cutting you open but you laugh and suck me dry.

I’d let you put a noose around my neck like a high-end tie.

But we trust each other long after the waiters and guests have left.

You scream all morning, I don’t recall the last time I ate or slept.

The bridge of your nose turns crooked when you raise the tone.

We take a swing at each other.

We’re close together. We’re so alone.

-JW

Isolated Frequency

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Sometimes I forget I’m not alone in this fight

And those voices can still tell wrong from right.

I cry myself to sleep when I remember how far

I could run without stones tearing my shoes apart.

But it’s midnight and everyone’s sound asleep.

I guess those demons are mine to keep

And wrangle by suiting their every need.

If I do, my safety’s not guaranteed.

But I look through the window.

I push away greed.

-JW

Distracted

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I’m sitting here, comforting myself – and there’s no one else

I’d rather trust to hold me.

My pounding heart demands a sacrifice each night,

It hopes to die so boldly.

The veins have turned to mist, another substance

They can’t truly carry.

I always think I’m falling when I’m out of secrets

Left to bury.

Living is the strangest thing if you’re alone

But you’re not really lonely.

It almost feels like you’ve made friends with fiction, and for that –

Others call you unholy.

Being the keeper of my youth and audacity to take cover

Might be an extravagant act,

But who is to judge the difference between curses to heaven

And a genuine fact?

Don’t lose your tact

When you are attacked.

The arena is packed

But you don’t have to react.

Distract.

-JW