have you ever wanted to punch a wall just to feel something change inside of you? a crunch and then pain and endorphins and then you have a physical proof of the frustration raging through you, and you can let it go.

i'm listening for the truth in the movements inside your jaw, the swallows and small grindings of bones on bone when you talk.

last night we biked: and somewhere along the way i lost your goodwill without noticing.

i guess i'm not as transparent as i hope to be.

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sometimes i think you see me clearly and other times i realize you don't see me at all.

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looking in the mirror lately i see something changing, maybe.