Somesthesia

>> a rigid perception <<

A vision of exertion

Or maybe just a thought

But a memory of being forsaken

Because you got caught…

 

Not of fault, not of lies

A literal false reality

A ramification rather,

Something they call Felicity

 

Fixated on somatic sensory

Dependent on recklessness

From a hardcore bliss  

To absolute irrelevance

 

A false hope

Tarnished trust

How do I know

Nothing of it was lust

 

Whatever it was

A fiction.

Shall it be,

A valediction?

 

 Playing an unwanted game of broken telephone

Hiding behind every damn Hello

Clouded by numerous emotional thoughts

Please put down your damn bow and arrow

 

Say what it is and stop with the games

So I don’t have go through these constant restrains

A proper conversation is far overdue

Please remember it is ME you are talking to