Readjust expectations
to allow for steam
you can’t overlook.
Count and calculate
for a little longer.
Will it be worth it?
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
Readjust expectations
to allow for steam
you can’t overlook.
Count and calculate
for a little longer.
Will it be worth it?
Bite into
the hard moment,
a shock to discover,
but how will you react?
Are you going
to let it change you?
View my scars
that ended a dream
but began another.
Can you look at them,
unflinching,
and believe
I am beautiful?
The choice
has arrived
to give up
your happiness
and help the many.
Will they wait for you?
Will you
remember them?
Picture my answer
to unspoken words,
ones that beat
with a steady constant,
announcing your insecurities
but revealing
your strength.
Beat beat,
beat beat.
Imagine a moment
we never reached,
a touch
never felt
except with
desperate longing,
hard enough
for growing frustration
to cloud the love
that originally
caused it.
Protect their hope
by hiding your own,
disgusting desires
and longing
with rejection.
Can you keep up
the facade?
Witness my scars
and see the beautiful,
the goodness
and the constant
attempts of better.
Does it inspire you too?
Seeker of redemption
to taste the freedom
away from guilt,
away from self-hatred,
will you realise then
the friendships around you
are real?
See my broken
and understand
how strong I’ve been
to live through this
and find a real
happiness
I didn’t find when
whole.
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