delusion

all we ever do is lie, anyway.

add one more to the list of stories about how I'm fine and you?

outside, again. alone.
again.
on the other side of the door
to the place i call mine.
given away because
that's what good girls do.
give it all away.
from somwhere far away but
close enough
a train announces itself
i hear it as a trumpet call
as angel ghosts' deliverance
of rapture and redemption
take me.
away.

im not strong or the silent type.