In solitude I realize

all the scars that are inside of me

happened because of my own stupidity.

My mind wanders to the moments

when I let the words soar in the sky,

refuse them to enter my ears,

no matter how often they knock,

and instead,

let you bombard all the space in me. 

So, what's the difference now?

When I myself don't see the line

between letting you in or letting you stand behind the door. 

then with all the damage that has happened,

I allow you completely 

to destroy whatever you want,

and leave me after you're done. 


Sun, 05/15/2022


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