lily pads
i am, too, full of inner sads;
an outer layer of protection.
i have reached an intersection,
and the only way out of here is to go up.
i wonder if he’d still rather swallow throw up.
who will be my last - my first
lasted longer than my second did,
and my third’s deception hid
right behind such precious eyes.
even angels tell us lies.
Luka.