Slipping.

Everything around

me feels like water.

The harder I try

to grasp it, the

faster it slips

through my fingers.

Kind of like loving you.

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Enough.

It’s a shame the way you

part your h a i r

and

paint your eyes

for a man who doesn’t notice

and a world that’s never satisfied.

Has no one ever told you about the

way the stars envy the individuality

you try to hide inside ?

Rage.

Do not allow the pain

of other people’s choices

to crawl inside your

bones and make a home.

Instead, build a fire

and destroy anything

that tries to kill

your greatness again.