A scrappy draft about trying for someone and covering yourself.
I watch the ink from my pen
I love it
How it covers the mistakes
With short, little blotches
Words disappear
Like they weren’t ever there
They’re not here
I enjoy masking my mistakes
Like how I pretend to know enjoyment
Like the mask never breaks
While this soul of mine aches
And feels self inflicted torment.
Can we stop making mi...