It all just gets too much
Ad you find yourself
Lying in bed
Writing tear stained poetry
When the world is hiding
Pebbles in your pockets
That you feel all at once.
One for inadequacy.
One for the happiness
You had then lost
One for the future
(The biggest stone of all)
Detachment
To be detached.
Be detached from ones self.
To separate
That changed face
From half eaten
Love songs
And jigsaw
pieces lying
Inert.
To Ignore the
Familiarity of
Those eyes
With misty wars
behind them
Those hands
With lines as deep
As rivers
Running their
course
To try
And forget
Butterflys
Whipping through
Arteries
To remember
Empty words
To realise
The difference
Between past
And present
Is change
Do we start just how we end?
As strangers
Studying every feature
Looking for hints
One clue to
Who you are
Or who you became.
Sometimes it's good to just write stuff out and see what's going on inside.
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