our monsters have abandoned us. but our monsters are all that we are.
the rabid geometry of life accelerates. as we approach the edge. the circumference measures not the content. only our limits.
we linger in our yesterdays. tempted children lured into the stoves of witches. the fairy tale always betrays.
predators without claws. we hunt with broken promises. pounding on the walls of the world to let us in.
it never will.
the years crash in waves against our thoughts. the tide of life has no mercy to give. our tattered maps flaunt their paths. that lead us back to who we've always been.
the truth dangles like a needle left in the vein. a fragile freedom. that always breaks.
time arrives with its jagged stitches. to close the wounds that refuse to heal.
they never will.
promises in chalk. washed away by the rain. lies we chose to believe. collapsing.
every moment. every touch. stolen by your silence.
we don't go there. why would we. after all these years.
every single breath i take spent waiting.
for the chance to taste you again.
i never will.
Sunday
6/13/2021 11:24:00 PM
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