are those thoughts rippling

finally,

I was noticed,

at the end of a saber

that just barely

pierced my the wall

of my heart.

this isn't,

a love sick poem,

or a curse to a lover,

that didn't pay

any mind at all

i'm just being sharp.

I could be vague,

i could promise plagues
if i had nothing

nice to sayother than

i hope you're doing well.

no, no, no,

this is just envy

of malicious greed

that takes from every person

and harms the ones

in need.

i'm only strumming,

chumming

the waters

watching for predators

to come across

our borders.

the pain of our labor

from every original thought

glances the pages

of a volume

of a book that's already lost.

so when the thorn

breaks the surface

of my lotion lathered skin

just think about the piercing

from someone you called a friend.