#resetagain
1st step.
2nd.
3rd—
...pause.
2 steps back.
reset.
again.
again.
How does it end?
I ask
like I haven’t already
broken the answer
in my hands
a hundred times.
One moment,
I swear I see the path—
lit, clear,
like maybe I was meant for more.
The next,
I’m sinking into myself,
slow,
silent,
like grief with no name.
Hope is a ghost
I keep chasing in my sleep.
She never stays.
Not for me.
I smile like it means something.
Breathe like I’m not
falling apart
every second I’m awake.
No one sees
the cracks I carry in my chest.
I call it progress,
this pretending.
But it’s just
a prettier way
to bleed.
How will it turn out?
Maybe it won’t.
Maybe this—
this looping,
this aching—
is the only ending
I’ll ever know.
Apr 21, 2025
Apr 21, 2025 at 6:08 PM UTC