In my pursue of i'm not sure anymore what
I lied
To myself, and to myself only
Punished myself, can't recall the reasons
Lived in denial and fear
Until they became cosy home
The only place i ever belong
Hurt more people than i dare to remember
Trying to do right thing
Studied human nature
Lived as a human
Until i understood that i can't be one.
Hit every wall with my head
Got up on my feet
I mastered falling
You can only fall again if you learn
To never give up
Never had any regrets
Buried them
Unborn
Forgot when, where, and why
Carried my curse
With smile and pride
And pain, mostly pain.
Lived the best life i knew how.
Choices...
...And consequences.
Make no mistake
I never made excuses
Lost everything i loved and believed in
More then twice
Learned nothing...
apart maybe that human heart has unlimited capacity for two things
love
and pain
Borrowed time with unknown due date
Empty bedrooms
Sleeping diagonally on double bed became my catchphrase
Need, tolerance and some respect
Are best i was ever offered
Dreams though...
I always liked dreams, daydreaming...
And this remains my cardinal
Sentimental sin
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Love and other maladies of the spirit
PoetryMalady (plural: maladies) any undesirable or disordered condition: social maladies; a malady of the spirit. Love- The diversity of uses and meanings, combined with the complexity of the feelings involved, makes love unusually difficult to consistent...