i ache in areas i didn't know could feel pain
like a stepped on leaf—brought by disdain
i bleed in crevices i thought i had fixed;
but my body seems to deny the remedies —it ditched
the cries;
the laughter,
the shattering thunder
makes my heart unnaturally falter
the heaviness;
the rage,
the unforgiving phase,
the me you cannot replace
the heave and squeal,
the dying of zeal,
the red as it shed—
and the blue once its dead.
Jun 22, 2023
Jun 22, 2023 at 11:08 PM UTC
i ache in areas i didn't know could feel pain
like a stepped on leaf—brought by disdain
i bleed in crevices i thought i had fixed;
but my body seems to deny the remedies —it ditched
the cries;
the laughter,
the shattering thunder
makes my heart unnaturally falter
the heaviness;
the rage,
the unforgiving phase,
the me you cannot replace
the heave and squeal,
the dying of zeal,
the red as it shed—
and the blue once its dead.
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