threading my memories
I found out
that I’m still fluent in my guilt hobbies.
thought I’ve got over this
moved on to the hate-others premises
instead I found out that all this time
I’ve still been my own nemesis.
buried deep down inside of me
this chameleonic frenemy
this old wicked dude
sucked the best of my energy.
running silently through my plasma
always bringing eloquence in my never-ending drama.
somehow making sense out of my misery and spinning me to wish for more, from now into eternity.
you know what?
I think I kind of like your commitment bro,
counting on you to be there and never let me go.
