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Impulse Apr 1
I break my neck just to watch you
Stab me in the back.
Impulse Mar 28
I lose against one person time and time again.
Everytime we stumble face to face, I quickly throw on a tattered smile and throw away any sense of pride I previously wore.
Laughs become routine,
natural but cautious,
Forced and relentless,
As I fear that I’ll fail once more against you.
If I were to lose to you,
I would lose myself.
But worse, if I were to lose,
I would lose you.
Impulse Mar 25
It seems that when you’re with me that your castle crumbles a bit,
Your frayed facade draws back hesitantly.
I often ask if you’re okay when you have your pretend skin on
Mainly because that happy, watery smile is a telltale sign that you are anything but.
You lie to me to reassure me that I’m wrong but you confirm my suspicions with your hitched breath and double takes.
I cry
and I laugh
Because it’s funny how sad it is.
Please recommend ways to better this one. I’m perfecting another piece but this one felt so unreachable. I’m not sure I can save it, but I’ll dare to try.
Impulse Mar 22
Pull over the car,
There are daisies on the side of the highway, leaning beautifully over the glass.
Oil glistens on the cement, catching all of the different vibrant colors that the light can make.
The glow from the sun is so pure and so warm.
Nature can only nurture innocent beings,
Hence why she is called Mother.
Her baby birds weep a song of melancholy over my scene, but they can’t chime loud enough to drown out the sound of the passing cars.
My deep red and brown stains mark the dives and cracks in the road, only until the gentle rain washes it away and reveals a new surface.
You see a burn mark on a tree and wonder what it is from; curiosity is no longer stronger than comfort.
Please come out.
Outside of your car door, there is a whole other world
A world Mother created that I was too young to explore
A world made that I’ll never have the chance to explore.
Now I’m with her, deep under the glass.
Explore the world and it’s vast wonders; care for it, nurture it
Because one day you’ll be down here with me and Mother

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