Chaos colors my road map
Some epiphanies are being saved for later
Many experiences I cherish
Many make me shudder
I wouldn’t wish these feelings on anyone else
But I also want to keep them all to myself
When you leave, it means you’re going somewhere important
When you get left, it means the seasons have changed
Perspective keeps your head above water when the world flips over onto the wrong side
It happens to all of us
Just don’t hold your breath
The wounds are still rivers
The wolves consumed the moon
The wisdom has not bubbled up
The window is still fogged
The well is covered in slugs
The walls are hemorrhaging
My hands are in the air
The isn’t the dream I dreamed of
I left a space
Dripping in lace
Red straps
I wanted a kiss
But I got slapped
I was hoping to get replaced
With regret
Not with an empty set
Of ghost chasing
In my chest
I didn’t think it was a race
But for the first time I tasted my strength
This pain has length
It’s long and large
My empty suitcase
I locked myself in a hotel room
My heart has imprints of the cage
I slipped and slung in the slum
While my grief recalled rage
A forest set on fire
It won’t rain for 9 more winters
Paint to a painter
It won’t dry for 9 more summers
The account is in my name
I should have never acted like a scavenger
And started the game
I was just a passenger
I held the flag
Then I became the rag
Sometimes the road just ends. The comfort becomes poison. The structure becomes rotten. I started to think that love isn’t enough. Love is plenty enough, it’s just that that wasn’t love.
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