Sometimes I let myself sit and think about it. Let myself think about the things I do not want to think about. Let my mind torture me with all the destructive thoughts. About all the people I've hurt. And even though most of it isn't actually true, and it's my mind who's playing tricks on me, I let myself sit there in my own tears pretending it's theirs.
But eventually it passes again.
Eventually I'm alone. Waiting for it to start once again.
Because it is an endless circle I cannot escape no matter how hard I try.
- M
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The Moon Knows We Are In Love
Poetryjust some random thoughts that I wrote down which became these poems enjoy <3
