there is no blues for this type of loneliness this type of heartbreak this type
of isolation separation there aren't enough tears for these moments lights
flashing and I don't want to run away you once chose attachment over
purity you once cleansed but still held on to insecurities this type of
sacrifice is deadly no laughter no breathing no time alone no space for
growth i have to show up for you daily even if I don't know how to for myself
this type of sacrifice causes anger losing shelter your home becoming
someone elses and you find new space but don't quite fit don't feel
comfortable you compromise you go day to day in misery but she doesn't
want company she rather find comfort in the chaos new scars fresh blood
new handprints same reaction feeling nothing I'll regret the moments I'll
regret the times you stay and didn't offer to leave same kind of sacrifice
same tired bones same eyes of sorrow no plans to see tomorrow when
letters float as we bathe you won't hear any weeping you see a life less
body still breathing you don't have to die to not be alive sometimes its
sitting in silence at 1 am sigur ros on repeat cold pitch black room wrapped
in a blanket regretting ever taking chances regretting loving regretting you
didn't stop after day 1 that somehow you survived decades somehow
you're surviving...why is that?
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The Grey Area (POETRY)
PoetryWe often feel like we are stuck in the grey area in life. It can be the connections we make , career, decisions in general. This collection is a few poems I wrote over the last year or so. It took a while to finally release this due to life just hap...
