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 mistakes?

Can you stop killing my—