Too much

 Looking into the eyes of a stranger

I try to read the dilated mysteries

Yet truth seems to escape me

And I always say too much

 

Sitting on couches riddled with intimacy

Sharing jokes, secrets and thoughts

Who knew the world would soon be privy to demons

And I always say too much

 

Thinking that worlds apart means nothing tangible

And temperaments are ineffective on me

After all who can lie wrapped with such love

And I always say too much

 

Bestowing titles onto people who come and go

Aching for one who would just stay

Smile through the things that seem slightly odd

And I always say too much

 

When do the theatrical acts come to rest

Where do you go once you’re bare

Does time heal cuts one has inflicted upon oneself

And I always say too much

 

Always on the verge of tears

Perpetually on the brink of sanity

Is there hope for one who knows no better

Because I always say too much

 

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