Its shadows break shift shapeless rays
making it a helpless venture
to sift through swift conclusions
as to why I even felt a goddamn thing;
the thing is, I’m not the person I used to be,
standing before the cracked mirror,
a mosaic frustration returns my gaze,
knocking on a junkie’s door for a quick fix of love,
your love that fills the emptiness
caused by the drought of my making.
Ambers of shame boiled throughout
my self-esteem, leading to the simple fact
that being without you never feels right.
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Just beautiful. That really touched me. Thank you
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That means a lot! Thank you!
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Very relatable!
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Thank you for commenting. It means a lot to me.
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“A mosaic frustration returns my gaze”. 🖤🖤🖤🖤
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Thank you so much!
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