i don't even care
what words come out, anymore
paper or pen
tears on the phone
what i say to you
i no longer guard.
if i'm drunk and
inclined i'll speak
my mind, snipe
as far as i like
i think i deserve these
small and simple pleasures, the
righteous anger
i wield like a shield
against you, for after all
it will not do to
lower my defenses.
you rip to shreds
every tentative bit of trust
i put
in you
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