Always Darkest by Palm Reader

Stay away from me.

If we’re the company we keep, then you’re nothing to me.
Does that make any sense?
Or do I need to cut closer to the bone to make you understand?
That every word they’re saying is calculated and planned.

Stay away.
I won’t hold guilt in my associations.
Break away.
I swapped desire for desperation.

Or do I need to push further away to finally fucking realise?
That these relationships are full of cowardice and lies.

Push. Pull.

We forget their flaws so readily.
The distraction is a subtle type of weaponry.
We push. We push.
Our hearts; consumed.

I lost my balance.
I slipped my own mind.
I lost sight of the self I was trying to find.

A blade in the back. The conscience they lack.
Moulding the acts of those in line to attack.
Overwhelmed again. Enemies closer than friends.

Push. Pull.

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