I miss the you
That used to be there for me -
Sweet as wild blackberries
At the peak of summer sun.
But now you're bitter, distorted,
Twisted in upon yourself,
Full of insecurities
You beat against the world,
Like breaking others
Will somehow fix you.
We were happy for a time,
As I tried to patch you back together,
But I have come to realize
That some cracks run deeper
Than love can heal.
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PoezieI am a stargazer, Tracing constellations Through galaxies of free floating thought, Distilling the contents of my scattered mind Into clearer images, And painting them across the insides Of my night-dark eyelids. ~~~~~~~~~~ HIGHEST RANK: #118 (6/20...
