As most people say, life is full of the decisions you don't make.
And the decisions you make guides you down a specific path chosen for you.
Over and over again I chose the same path, even though I knew where it'll end.
You do something horribly wrong, and it hurts me like standing in a raging fire.
Or drowning in the middle of the ocean.
But then you hold me, ignoring my constant resists.
And you whisper sweet nothings into my ear while trying to kiss away the river of tears.
Despite my feelings of dread and grief, my tears pause to feel your kiss.
And my lips beg to meet yours once again.
My heart starts beating fast again, this time not with anxiety but with flutter.
My cheeks are no longer tear-stained but red hot
And just as I'm about to choose a new decision for my path in life, you kiss me and suddenly I'm back at square one.
-LNL
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Rigor Samsa
Poetry"n. a kind of psychological exoskeleton that can protect you from pain and contain your anxieties, but always ends up cracking under pressure or hollowed out by time-and will keep growing back again and again, until you develop a more sophisticated...
