Strong teeth nibbling at the soul,
a midnight snack of attempted progress.
My feet treaded new footsteps,
from the moment I woke up.
Sore eyes for similar,
familiar lies. I’m fooling myself again.
Putting out isn’t the same, the
first time, second time, third time around.
Give me stone eyes. Eyes that find hearts
cold. Minds that build false homes in me.
Now, I’ve opened the front door, but
nothing looks familiar. Not even
his now familiar beard.
Someone else has made my bed,
and although new things feel safe,
I’ve encountered another stranger.