Guilt is an awful gnawing thing that relentlessly eats at you.
And mine had become a painfully persistent parasite, rapidly growing as it fed off of my secrets and shame.
Devouring my lies almost as quickly
as my lies were devouring me.
Month: February 2025
Farewell
The unwanted goodbyes
only leave emptiness.
Plans are left half-full and
new days half-empty as life
forces us into a half-assed
form of acceptance.
The unfulfilled farewells filling
nothing but our sorrow.
Twice
I don't want to write pretty words.
I don't want to write words that are read once and left to sit politely on a shelf.
I don't want to write about the sky and the birds and the flowers that are just too pristine and perfect to be plucked.
I want to release the madness from my head.
I want my pain, my fears, and my ugliness to exist as words so beautiful that they earn their right to be read twice.
Lies
I selfishly kept secrets shrouded
by blatant and bold-faced lies.
Lies that I hid well,
without any error or exposure.
Yet, I was not shameless.
So out they eventually spilled
and from within I finally sighed.
Dreams
Your presence pierces itself
into my peaceful rest,
lulling me into lucid dreams
that fill me with longing.
Dreams that leave me
aching to fall back asleep
the second I wake up.
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