Ques?ion

I was going through this little thing thing I've been doing for the past few years when I realized how sad I must seem. To be honest, I've considered deleting everything and starting fresh. I'm opting not to because, although I'm not proud of them, at a time I felt like they were worth something.

Your sentiments taste like sediment,
Your navel, rough gravel.
You lie to me.
Like ivory, you aren't worth the battle.