something from my fingers to your eyes

they don’t owe you anything.

everything you crave, all the anger in your head –
the desire you hold inside

that belongs to you. that is not an even trade
for what you seek. you don’t
have the right words for it, this need
this feeling of inadequacy that fuels your words
but the problem does not lie where you wish it did. you
are misdirected. you
are wrong. you
cannot see, blinded by your own need for light
confused by your own pride

you only see there what lies inside.

they don’t owe you anything
that you can’t give to yourself.

they don’t owe you anything
that you can’t give
yourself.

I write, as openly as possible, about my experiences with life, love, creativity, depression and not-depression. I share opinions. I promote compassion and change. I talk about music. I also write poetry and short stories. I like to share them here.

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