19 | just enough

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Minutes spent looking at the priceless sea
Chart the course, prepare the absolute charity
In the depths of your eyes, despair is all I found
In the quiet of my tears, our faults just go around
Silence, chatter—the cacophony of endless laughter
Peace, havoc—what more would we endure together?
Past the veils of mediocrity, you now look
Ideals of the past, morals of old, you forsook
To forget is a privilege not given to many
To live is a blunder as it is a mystery
Because all those years that I tried acting tough
For too long, I carried love, I carried us—just enough

Hours ran against the law of wishes
Speak to the wind, dig up the deepest of trenches
Down the dark of your mind, strife is all I see
Up the patterns of the skies will I only get to be me
The person destiny and fate willed to set free
Is all but dead now,  drowned in the madness of reality
The flowers bloom, the seasons start to shatter
The feelings flourish, but now, what does it matter?
Darling fire, why must you all burn so slow?
Crying for love, is that all you really know?
In the shadows and night, perhaps the storm came rough
So I have carried life, I carried strife—just enough

Dead months, days end—where will we look for us
Pieces fall, sails shatter—what have we come across?
The tranquil wave, the patternless sky
I know what being lost is like—I watched myself die
Helpless, hopeless—I have stared death in the eye
Raised my hand in farewell, I long to say goodbye
But now I realize that pain doesn't stop right here
The soul shivers, curls—but it's still there to stir
Resentment clings like barnacles nobody wants
I don't know how to move forward with a thousand cuts
Every day, I fool people with my elaborate and empty bluff
As I carried thoughts, I carried anxiety—just enough

Fruitless years will I let go by once more
Spread my wings, give my best to not even soar
Clouds are sorrows and the rain is a reminder
Of the heights I didn't reach and dreams torn asunder
So I stare at the pile made by my own misery
I look at you for guidance—a way out of this insanity
So why did I not find you—where have you gone?
Are you scared, or with me, are you just done?
Years pass and I'm sure our souls do as well
Scars fade and hurt heal, as time did tell
The sea reflected back to me—the things it did speak of
I carried the pain, I carried the regret—just enough

Fruitless years will I let go by once moreSpread my wings, give my best to not even soarClouds are sorrows and the rain is a reminderOf the heights I didn't reach and dreams torn asunderSo I stare at the pile made by my own miseryI look at you for...

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This is a powerful poem, for me. The title and the last lines are meant to be two separate things but it seems my brain wanted them together and the result was what you just read. Life is funny that way. lol.

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