Another one of those

I was fired
From a cannon
And I missed you
By a mile.
Life stayed behind
In combed meadows
And a seed of dandelion
Parachuting down to thorns
Words stain this clean paper
And then they stare at me
Tie me in a knot
Turn me into vapor
Words, my graphite traitors
Hide no secrets
Steal my alibis
My intentions
So I built a dam
In my thickest vein
To block the access
To the heart
Nothing makes
So much sense
Like simple pain
When you’re not a threat to anyone
but yourself.

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