Photo taken in Columbus, OH.

I’m wary of letting new people into my life. Amputating the growing pains of budding friendships has stunted my growth.

everyone knows

that if you try to get close,

i’m gonna try to persuade you to bolt.

i’m too volatile to keep you afloat.

why take a chance when my stakes are low?

i got a habit of starting off too strong,

then disappear like a ghost.

devil is sold,

i fit the underground mold.

treating my word like a hand that i fold.

play poker,

i’m betting the parts of my soul.

i could use a mentor for some growth,

but would i listen to them

or stay distraught?

sense of direction is broke.

– D K T


life ends. why pretend

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