somehow
i always end up
on a bathroom floor
in the middle of the night
my heart spilling out
onto the tiles
marked with too much blood
for a simply accident
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The Pursuit Of • A Poetry Collection
Poetryall my life all my trials pains and heartaches and my goals joys and accomplishments came through a pursuit whether my outcome good or bad the journey is what morphed me into me ••••• started :: October 22 , 2019 completed :: 2020
110 : bloody
somehow
i always end up
on a bathroom floor
in the middle of the night
my heart spilling out
onto the tiles
marked with too much blood
for a simply accident
