By: Shelbi Henny
wondering the evidence irrelevant truths of sacrifice spacing the similarities I hide behind the reality that this connects that all this builds into routine that confusion lingers in travelers of broken promises a stranger that is so foreign yet the same excuses of wanting this balance I ask of nothing but time and I am so distant so close to making you smile but far enough to wonder whats behind mine the primal instinct would be to find a boundary to cross with me living in lands of desert crimes I only want the best to be remembered and I realize that I can forget you repetitive notion that this is just a good time that replays over and over in your mind I recall a sweet innocent response to the relation to my form yet you will never know me to understand that I am yours and you will never comprehend that I no longer fill voids that sustain an absolute reaction to the petty thoughts of love I believe in them hard to tell if it was yours
shelbi confessions 
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