With me
language
ends.
There are these broken people around me.
I should have been saved from them.
I don't get answers anymore.
(It doesn't seem possible.)
It speaks to the summer.
Drowning in lines of fitness.
Those were beautiful days.
Dreams are shattered.
I always did what they wanted me to do.
Why did they do this to me?
Death will outlast me.
Rotating madwoman.
Deserted by support.
Putting her life on hold.
Once a decision is made.
It was supposed to make her feel better.
I am transactional.
Acting in conformity.
And by the law.
This is our Democracy.
Did I mention my name?
It is Paul.
Grabbed by love.
Love so deep.
Sinking stock.
Sinking deliberately.
(Deliberately sinking stock.)
Luck is pulling me.
And I am broken.
Tragically lost.