A doorway swings... This is not home
Doormats improperly placed... No welcome sign is accurate here
This is not home
Even the scent if off... A dog wouldn't travel back here
For even Gods creatures know this is not home
Courtesy calls dropped even with reception bars full
I'm losing all courtesy with my sanity and pretentious ways
My expired flaunted "smile" has been exhausted and replaced with the nomad traveling tear drops warming and drenching my face I've faced unconquerable times that have been conquered every time but my tongue is swollen from holding back from expressing my peace and its demise... I've flaunted this fake smile and I'm exhausted
I'm choked up on the boldness of disrespect... Oh what's its like to walk with daily discomfort... My receptionist left my heart... Even she was exhausted of false greetings and taking messages when I couldn't even stand to be here... My hearts receptionist was working for a ghost... A mere apparition... It's easier when I play the "can you see me now games?"
No tricky word play; for days I had been without word play... I cannot play here anymore there's a vacancy, a void, a dull numbing sensation, a fucking strong disdain... I hate to say it but I hate to live it and I cannot begin to express ... I cannot end my expression of only loving one thing in this place...
The peace... My peace.... She rests. I'm relinquishing...
Gone!
*wipes tear drop from iPad screen*
You never know the pain behind a smile. Being strong for the world sometimes means no one is available to lift the weight off your shoulders. Weighted down witnessing the selfishness of those surrendering their confessions without any intention of returning a lift in your spirit. God does not like ugly and a golden heart is difficult to find. Someone pass me the polish to shine my shit up.
Ending this piece for a third time.
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