Crocodile from Land by Erma

I can still recall these scenes within your thick walls
Inside this dim space that you call - friendship

I could sense your indiscretion
You viewed me as possession
And how you scratched at those walls
When you felt you didn’t have it all

Oh I hope you find what you need
But now it won’t be coming from me

Getting clean revealed our flaws
And you crashed down as I stood up from our seesaw
With trichotillomania and a cavalier façade
And how- how neatly you’re spreading your claws

And oh let’s get down to the thick of it
Yah I know, no one’s perfect

And with your siren song, I’ll drum along
You’re self-serving but you’re blind with delirium
And truly I don’t know if you’ll realize
I wish you could see yourself through my eyes

But you just stand and shrug, mouth full of blood
Tears of an only child
Cold and smug, mouth stained with blood
Tears of a crocodile

Through my eyes

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