Instead we want tragedy.
We want coffee stain
on our shirts
and cold version of goodbyes.
We want life to put us
on a chokehold
and be separated with
what genuinely makes us
happy.
-mw
Instead we want tragedy.
We want coffee stain
on our shirts
and cold version of goodbyes.
We want life to put us
on a chokehold
and be separated with
what genuinely makes us
happy.
-mw
Aren’t we all flawed?
Secretly searching for
one thing to happen
while doing the exact opposite
of what we really want?
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With a chip on our shoulder
and our guards up,
we often forget that those walls
we have spent so long building
are doomed to crumble.
its parts will eventually turn to headstones
with different names written on it
as a reminder of an ever living past
that we can never get rid of,
no matter how hard we try.
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I guess it’s safe to say
that we never come back
to the person we once were;
that what we are right now are like puzzles
slowly dissecting into mismatched parts.
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