Friendly Fire
Sick of all the things
You never said
Can’t slake my thirst
On a well that’s dead
Your barrage,
A mirage of reticence
A patient with silent medicines
I fight battles with
Myself
Over which battles to fight.
It’s hard to hear
The differences among whispered
Bullets at night
Is it you?
Are you the liar?
Or is it just
Friendly fire?
Just because you can
Doesn’t mean you should
I thought you were great
You’re not even good.
There’s still hope
For despair.
We fight these
Figments in open air.
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