Bare

Strip it bare,

Dress the surface.

And with what little spare,

Time affords us,

We’ll cut it back,

But never all that much,

Knowing what we lack,

Won’t allow for us,

To look past ourselves,

Nor ever feel enough.

This side of your heart,

Won’t lend itself to love.

This side of your heart,

Won’t lend itself to love.

And what we do,

For all the thought,

It’s working,

It worsens.

And what we do,

For all our work,

We never see it through.

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