DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, something from October:)

in defeat
four years and the flames no treat
excused a remedy when hearts beat
finally believed the lie and we repeat

the given is the untaken
the backs won't laugh mistaken
the right before the edge in ache and
the life the happy the near forsaken

the ears scream splitting moments in half
not a memory not a photograph
all admitted taken bad paths
now owned polluted water I bathe those baths

can't underestimate
the oceans of the apart unloaded a weight
lipstick smashed a red line on our fate
something hung upon the forehead's lean on straight

the reason of the reason
in my muffled cries of silent treason
blame it on the unfaithful of a ****** season
one day of the tenth won't mean a single depletion

--------ravenfeels