It is tender in it's frailty
the first tear that falls;
a drop filled with truth.
It is a horrible peice of me,
a regret that spoke.
The moment is circling.
I have been here before
It is beautiful, the lie,
a smile coaxed to life
and a laughter in pain.
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Your story is quite sweet;
you kiss the pain away.
Your words are like slivers of glass
and i dance on tip toes.
Shards slip in releasing the
crimson flood of my defeat;
regret.
Looped and repeating;
i watch outside the shell,
consciousness floating above.
Numb, i flail for something
solid to ground me;
focusing on your words
of comfort.
You thank me for
being honest and
I beg for your return.
A word spoken betrays
spaces between, sad letters-
and you are gone.
It begins again
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