Routines so typically despised but yet secretly craved
The idea of slipping on the same suit of skin every day is comforting and nauseating but it's easier than seeking new garments and sometimes it's better too
You never miss something so dearly until it's gone, ripped away with shattering clarity that shakes the foundations of everything and no one
You're still there, just not behind me
Trying to stop looking back but it's so hard to break habits that you aren't even aware you've formed and maybe some things shouldn't be abandoned even if they seem pointless
Fragile bones and vulnerable thoughts now exposed to the harsh realities without your shielding presence always a touch away and a breath apart
Pretend it's the same even though it's anything but
Sticks and stones can break us, they have in fact, because despite our childlike beliefs, we aren't invincible, not yet and maybe not ever
Now we are two halves of a whole and how does a ripped soul survive on its own, is there even any point in trying or should we both lay down and accept the inevitable
We can mend but not on our own
- starr
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Starfall (Poetry)
Poetry"Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets." - Arthur Miller A messy collection of poems written in my formative years. 2016 - 2018 ~~~ Trigger warnings may apply to some of these. Completed
