I found your love at the bottom of the well and you don’t give a damn
a poem
I made a purpose out of pointless
they opened their mouths wide without worry
I switched languages
rooted in my brain
while you left the scene untouched
you laughed, I cried so much
as I’m always at the wrong time in the wrong place
to achieve everything I want
pushed away by someone
who has more to say than me
and is more qualified for the job
I don’t care anymore
I have my own business to grow
on the ruins of your world
and I will take advantage of your flaws
to build, to berate, to breathe
far from these
stairs and steps and levels
as if someone
put us here for no other reason
than just amplifying differences
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Mescaline Brisset
if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
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