Loyal doors

Family ties lacerated, cut from cloths
From a different skin,
Ties broken between new dedication, and old kin.
Pleasing to fall short of human expectations,
Expected to choose pleasant passion
As if I am to sport family genes for fashion.
We eat of the same table
Feelings slow, hunger turns to fasting.

Never understood this whole dynamic
Separate thoughts to become
But this thought two was divided
By impulse, inventory counted against
What side of the table from which I ate.
The unfortunate mistake of taking
My second love for hate.
shut doors, closed conversations,
Took for granted from which we were
Granted. All love over anything,
And hate anything outside of it’s likeness.


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