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lost me again

Loss,

Who I was,

Before I lost

The me I used to lure.

I dream of the creamsicles,

The winter dry, but warm sun.

I dream of all the times

I felt like the one.

 

The one who lived,

The one who sang,

The one who didn’t drown in pain.

But she’s somewhere far,

And I can’t find out where.

She left before I could ask her,

Where did she go

When it all disappeared?

 

I search for her in the willows,

Tiptoeing to not scare her away,

Searching every crevice,

’Cause I want her to stay.

Stay for just a moment,

Remain for one more day.

I promise I will hold her

And not scare her away.

 

I made my mistakes

And turned too many tables to keep track,

And sometimes I wish too hard

That she would just come back.

But you can’t enter a shut door,

The glue and tears

Can’t hold it together anymore.

 

It kills because it was you

Who locked it tight,

With all your might,

And now you’re left

With an empty heart

That’s jarred in fright.

 

My heart sounds like it fled

Used to pump loud for days,

And now I fear it’s dead.

The red started to fray,

It’s a swollen blue.

How can I breathe

When I gave out my air to all of you?

 

Told myself I’m strange and weird,

Told myself no one will care,

Told myself it is all me

I can’t become,

’Cause who will I be?

 

Eyes shut tight,

And ink on the floor,

Old notebooks with words

I don’t remember anymore.

And I cry of loss,

And hopes and dreams,

When it was me

Who didn’t let myself believe.

 

Can I hate myself

For hiding from the masses

Of people shouting,

And crowds

That don’t understand my passion?

Can I be mad at myself

That I care too much?

My heart was made bigger,

No blood is ever enough.

 

I know it’s not my fault,

Just a way to survive,

But each time I see an

Old picture,

I can’t help but grab

That little piece left of her

In the back of my head,

And hold my broken heart

With a needle and thread.

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Published
May 13
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I'm standing in the ruins of something I broke with my own hands.

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