Different smiles, same old wounds.
With each crack of dawn,
My heart breaks a little
Or grows a new shield. I don't know.
The excitement sweeps past me
Into a familiar pain and
A futile longing buried deep
In the layers of hope I
Mask my fears in when they
Become too uncompromising.
Too pervasive.
'You will find the one,
Who will erase nights of
Silently hurting and crying for help
Through locked lips. Locked hearts.
One who will love your grey skies
And find true solace in your hues;
Who will learn your worth
Even when you're blind to it and
Love the entirety of your being.'
I say to myself like a chant
While I'm knee-deep in regrets
And forlorn pleasures
As I rid myself of his scent that
Clings to me like all my mistakes.
I am done negotiating with fate
And neglecting my intuitions
Even though
They're all I have left.
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Poetry"maybe these words we so infinitely and collectively channel our souls' plights, power and yearnings...will save us one day."
