the pieces of my memory
are coming together
not to create sense,
but to piece by piece
build this guilt that has begun
to swallow me whole
although i believed
i could only bend
but never be broken.
as i gather the recollections
of the past i've destroyed
and the human beings i've changed
i've come to find
nobody has changed
quite as much as myself.
my eyes speak a different language
a different story of sadness
a different kind of loss & insecurity
my body has changed into
a new type of war-torn battlefield
my heart has changed into a battle
a battle between
myself & everyone else
and in the aura of tonight
i realized
who i've become
is a recollection of who i've lost
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i'm kinda tripping and having an emotional upset as i'm writing this
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lunar sadness // poetry of the insomniac
PoesíaTRIGGER WARNING; mentions of abuse, self-injury, drug use, sexual content, etc. read at your own risk. poetry is mine, most lyrics are not. i'll give credit to who wrote whatever. everything in this book is relevant to my own emotion. enjoy.
