Banjo String

well i really should have left 

my brain just refuses to accept how low i am on your hierarchy of concerns

you use and take and ignore and fester in self-loathing

and I'd like to be better than that


thank you for showing me the wrong way

so that i might find a path more suited to the life I'd like to build


and the final emblem of how wrong my choice to stay was:

a broken masculinity 

in a way that would be better left in nightmares