Confusion.
So subtle....oh so subtle.
Sly, like a snakes eyes.
Confusion.
The stifling feeling I get when I hear the wrong side of the story.
Like advice from a hypocrite.
Confusion is contradiction.
Contradiction confuses truth.
and Truth is who I strive to be.
Confusion.
Is barreled up emotions trying to speak their mind.
Like written stories that nobody reads.
Confusion is hurt.
Confusion is the brawl between heart and mind.
It is the hate you feel after being betrayed by love.
Love confuses hate.
Confusion is hate.
Confusion is the peaceful, but unsettling, feeling I get when someone I love dies.
It is wanting to scream, but remaining silent.
Confusion is the quiet before the storm.
Sly. Unsettling.
Somehow knowing that something is not right.
Confusion
Is
You.
You're dead. But still breathing. Still promising me things with your glass eyes. Something that is not right.
And Truth is me.
Assessing everything you do. Learning how to be your opposite. Clarity. Warmth. And a billion other good things.
Whether you realize it or not, you are still teaching me.
You may be a liar, but
Truth is taking notes.
Confusion is you... Believe me I know ;) haha but #stolen :)
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