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 Apr 2017 Chelsea Sumner
ryn
Heated...
Like the fevered blood coursing through veins

Malignant...
Like open sores upon the skin

Defeated...
Like the drums that faltered in the rain

Potent...
Like the potion quietly bunged within

Temporary...
Like the promise doomed never to be kept

Hasty...
Like the mouth which spoke too quick

Greedy...
Like the palms, too eager to accept

Dead...**
Like the heart that now refused to tick
 Apr 2017 Chelsea Sumner
ryn
It's not about going back
to the start.

It should be about
pausing,
rewinding
and going back to a point
where things made sense.

It's about understanding
why they mattered then.

And think if they still do.

If acceptance is
securing personal victory
by conceding,

then I accept.
 Apr 2017 Chelsea Sumner
M
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 Apr 2017 Chelsea Sumner
M
Why is it that we
Hold onto the ones
That don't see us
And let go
Of the ones who do

— The End —