Their glances hide a
Lifetime's worth of
Fabricated scenarios,
And their smiles conceal
Endless nights of
Rereading old messages
From those who once
Bothered to care.
Platonic facades mask
Their desires,
Desires of which they will
Never learn are mutual.
And yet, life goes on,
As if an eternity of happiness
Had not been dismissed
As "passing things."
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Pleasure or Pain? (Poetry)
PoetryI call this my book of chaos; my sanctuary. When the turmoil inside of me resurfaces, when I've surpassed my tipping point, putting my jumbled thoughts and conflictions into words gives back the control I initially lost.
