"my soul has been lost
in a war that could never be
won.
i have heard stories
of broken hearts and minds
torn to pieces because of love that
proved to be their d e m i s e .
they say the fight was fought desperately
and those souls made
s a c r i f i c e s
giving up their lives
for a cause that is merely futile-
as love is finite.
I swore to myself that i would never
devote myself
to a state of such
consumption and volatility
for until now their voices remain
to be agonizingly loud mourning over what they've given up
and the loss of what they once shared.
my insides were already cracked apart
i didn't want to be a shipwreck
sink
i
n
g down oceans of my own weaknesses.
perhaps i've been born as an angel
with a broken wing
but that doesn't mean i cannot experience the skies,
can I?
everyone is destined to fall- and I never expected to
lose all the pieces I had left.
we are fools
of our own obsessions,
we wish for what we don't deserve and end up being
wrecked by it."
I forgot how being mended felt like the moment you left.
YOU ARE READING
Xeno
Poetryn. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers-a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence-moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emo...