Leeches in my brain
Leeches in my soul
The blood of happiness
A distant memory of what was though it has truly never been
I lie and say better
But the truth is so much worse
There was a time I was something
A house of cards in a wind tunnel
A sand castle built in a hurricane
A squirrel hoarding hand grenades with acorn promises
A present moment stuck in yesterday, wondering why tomorrow can’t be new
A lost soul
A broken compass
A leech that looks like me but I’ve convinced myself it’s you
Mah Butt Itches 
Great 👍 wonderfully written.
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