Ambiguity

i dont know who i am anymore
but thats not necesarily a bad thing
the hardest part is distinguishing

growth
the sun shines brighter
faces smile wider

wither
the night gets darker
faces cry harder

am i happy?
i see the sun but i feel the night
i smile while a tear falls from my eyes

through it all
its scares me and comforts me to know
im falling in love
with a nebulous

Grout and Tiling

is was never a fair fight
my gun is empty
my knife is broken
your always with the upper hand

im literally beneath your feet
you stand on me
over me
defeated i crumble
you tumble
finally I'm free
but what good is a broken floor.

Get up

i was lost
now im found
but im struggling putting together pieces of myself on the ground

see we didnt break even
the edges are ragged
parts that were smooth are all fucked up and jagged

God forbid I ever go back
I cant deal with that hurt anymore
so here I am
picking myself up off the floor