Expectation

puking nausea
vomiting chunks
of untruth
cleansing my system
of all those flashes
of color, light, sound
EXPECTATIONS

I have placed on myself,
on others.

And they all fail.
We all fail,

becoming more of
ourselves
and less of who I thought we were

Less of the beauty
more of the pain

Which of itself is beautiful

But I cling so hard
to my past ideals...


I miss it.