Poetry · Writing

trouble wall

trouble is i’ve avoided the trouble for so long i can’t remember when the trouble was at my front door

trouble is i hate the trouble

trouble is that last one was a lie

i never use to be this way

trouble is now that i want the trouble all the trouble that i have put to the side

has come back


trouble doesn’t seem so troubling with you

you make the trouble feel like a box that we can step on together

and i can see the trouble

was only something that stood here- until you got here

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