—SOMEHOW I KEEP CREATING NEW WAYS TO HATE MYSELF

 

scheming

 

 

I see the side of 

the moon’s face 

but neither of yours 

because you keep them

so cleverly shielded 

and I wonder why 

it’s so easy for you 

to milk the shadows 

crushing trust in the shade

spreading bile like manure 

or a virus you 

must hope takes root 

and kills

as Churchill said 

you’re an enigma 

wrapped inside a riddle  

I just hope you 

find your answers soon

or at least before 

either of us is dead