judgements

A photo by Julia Caesar. unsplash.com/photos/DpoMKEARZe4

a little hair out of place
a little longer in the bed
a little decibel higher
and i am judged

there’s a finality in that guess
no heed given to what i said
trying to balance a high wire
still i am judged

that plastered smile on your face
is that purple skirt with red
like a hooker on hire
yes, you are judged

everyone judges everyone else
but judge themselves, they see red
and yet goes on, this quagmire
we are all fucked

entangled

one of those days when i’m livid
not because i’m angry, but sad
to see that i can’t heal you
or to feel the pain you hide
poorly

is confiding a forgone thought
what is it? something i did?
or something i should’ve
what made you feel it’s better
alone

i’m helpless and all i want
is to help you feel like self
you might not realize, my love
but when you push me away, i
die