Sore Spot

I don't like the idea of leaving

Myself impatient while teething

When its done a clean break is needed

Lights turned off no door left open

Anything impartial to passion

Clings to deceit like a magnet

Push the sore spot still its unpleasant

Soft and stained like pomegranate

Yesterday is creeping up

To eat away and interrupt

I don't like the finance of cheating

Myself out of my convictions

Tidy up, prepare for safe keeping

Just in case they're ever needed

Paradox is not what you hope for

When you get in on the ground floor

Satisfied with vague understanding

Settle for less and then want more

Yesterday is creeping up

To eat away and interrupt

Throwing weight around to corrupt

What I create is never enough