How the Cookie Crumbled

Shattered edges glisten

Sitting pretty, reminding me of my secrets

glimpses of kisses

glimpses of the girl he misses

glimpses of past narratives that force me to reminisce

Words fail me, when once they were trustworthy

Red skies painted pink, masquerading as something

Fools recognize that there’s nothing

I’ll never be free of my madness, my audience knows me as riddled by bad habits

My pages have begun dripping in ink, they seem to be good at listening

Too many unsaid things

I think they will continue haunting my head

I can pretend it’s for the best

To glory & to god

To all the mistakes and all the flaws

To all the things I continue to excuse because of a four letter word