The Art of Pretentious Living

Her anger sears
Soft skin of our hearts
If skin we had to protect it
Keep the peace

Disturb her world? �
Tell the truth?
She’ll swallow the ashes
Of charred hearts

But all life is worthy to Him
Worthless to me�just this one
Not worthless though
Something is�saved?

Denial is real
Depression is joy
Love is conditional
Light is dark and dearth

Resentment lives here
With loneliness�nothingness
Companion, friend?
Only when we pretend.

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