Chapter 49: it's nothing you can grow out of

bloodredroses | poetryWords: 899

one simple setback

and the whole scenery starts replaying,

again, and it lingers like a jetlag

but it's I, who makes me keep paying.

and we're so trained in breaking,

we're so drained in aching -

that it's not even much of a surprise,

to be back to glistening eyes.

and I'm pathetic,

but so are you -

sometimes the world just seems too goddamn hectic

and cruel,

so please, please tell me what could I do?

write yet another piece,

about the same type of shit

and I'm sick of thinking I could ever get through,

maybe it's nothing you can grow out of,

but at most something one could get used to.

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heyy, so another little text... :) - I don't have much else to say, but to thank you so much for reading again! writing is what I'm really, really here for I feel and if then on top of that anyone can enjoy, relate, understand... then that's already more than I could ever wish for. <3

xo, S🌹❤️