February Fourteenth

I see things where

They shouldn’t be

My mind twists

A broken reality

You say one thing

But I hear three

Because I know

Nothing is as it seems

I’m broken, bent

Far out of shape

I don’t trust

It’s not my way

I get by

Day by day

Ignore the future

It never stays

The same from one

Moment to the next

The Future might as well

Be the past

Just another thing

It will never last

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