Some days, everything I love
does me harm, even if
it means me no harm.
What do I do to myself?
An own goal?
Friendly fire?
Is this, perhaps, the natural
order of things? Is this love,
hate, indifference?
Some days, everything I love
does me harm, even if
it means me no harm.
What do I do to myself?
An own goal?
Friendly fire?
Is this, perhaps, the natural
order of things? Is this love,
hate, indifference?