Self Portrait by A Lady Named Isaac

And now I take your hand
Go back to bed like it’s all for nothing
Soon be strapped with demands
So, at noon we will take a nap, or something
Good will come to me today
So then I won’t just talk into my pillow
Pretending that he is a man
That I took to bed with me

Ever since Lucy came to C
I find my things in absurd locations
We don’t often agree
It makes it hard to just go through the motions
When my mother talks to me
I can’t focus in, I’m not who I used to be,
like a disinterested dog
Who’s mad at its owner

Carrying words with me
Every step of the way

Haunting my every move
Holding them so astray

Breaking all the way down
Never answering calls

And I will not stay
You never offer your time

Did I commit a crime
For my messages left

Unread fear instead
Kept my life bereft
Of interaction
Or Gaining traction

Am I not someone you can trust
I won’t do you wrong, I’m not who I used to be
Yeah Our bond has formed some rust
But we can file it down to a point where
We, as friends can meet again
I know you’re struggling to make ends meet
So let me try to ease the pain
The only ways I can
Sit down and have something to eat
I made with my two hands
Let me bring Lucy along
She has no other plans instead
I’ll leave you be I will be gone
Back to my narrow bed

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