"Ultimately, the worst kinds of pain do not come from your enemies but the people you trust and love."
~~ Beau Taplin // E n e m i e s
Is it wrong?
Is it wrong that I instill hope in the hopeless?
That I fill empty drawers with big words,
And sing songs to the birds?
That I tell it everyday,
"You're alive,"
When its petals have shriveled up and died?
That my mind spins around ideas
And I allow myself to wander so far into my head,
That I've created a world with no ends?
Is it wrong?
That I tuck myself in quiet corners to laugh by myself,
That I preach equality, yet I sneer in your face?
Am I wrong?
When I accuse you without regarding the truth?
When the person who let me down the most, is the one I let lift me up every day?
Is it wrong that I lived so obliviously to a revealed truth for years,
And only acknowledged it after everything was said and done?
Is it wrong when sometimes I hate people,
When sometimes I wonder,
"Would it go better, if it was only me?"
And would rather people just left me alone?
Is it wrong that I don't do things I like?
That I surround myself with one thing only,
And can't make room for two in my life?
Is it okay if I say,
"I don't want to try,"
And just walk away.
Would I be like you, the one who left me in ruins?
Would I be like me, the one who jumped to conclusions?
Would I be like the dead flower that I water, the one on my windowsill?
4-20-18
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Amphigory | poetry
PoëzieA book of poetry. (if you consider it that) Enjoy. Started: 4-15-18