Insincere

Bottle on a wall filled with a ship bearing sails headed due west

everyone says that we stand for nothing but we are waves carrying a heavy load

weighted with a burden of incriminating minds.

Crack the sea and part our ship, slide it to the heart you keep  between your hips.

your muddled words play the song of a tide upon which we'll sweep,

through the night until the light dawns on our reaching brink.

This is fake like sincerity because their's no such thing

spill your guts, it'll never again matter to me.

I found my own sunset in a completely different sea.

Author's Note

fuck. that. bitch.