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The difference is
Somehow we crossed paths first but never crossed hearts Or one ran over the other on its way to check-out Was it yours or mine? cause I still think of reasons and seasons when you let all your demons walk out in a waltz Only to help me conclude it wasn’t me you walked away from but the thoughts in your head wondering what society would say And I can’t help but wonder how it’s such a shame for the twinkle in your eyes say it’s here you’d rather stay but you built an imaginary scale where two or more bodies balanced for a chance to conquer your undercover malice…
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Not Weak Just Soft: a Poem
Not weak, just soft Not bitter, just hurt Not a pessimist, I learned Not lonely but armed with courage to step away from my own shadow if I may walk past its umbra and back to lighter shades Because one minute I’m swimming into hot springs and the next I’m flying in iced skies without wings Chasing warm fronts in snowstorms when I’m a nest, not a Holiday Inn, a Jolly Rancher, not a Junior Mint.
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Fools or Selective Memory?
“May your walls come down for the right one” is a mantra of my own that I sometimes recite to friends who find it hard to open up to new relationships. But in reality, it’s a line born out of my own hesitations and my continuous struggle with letting my guard down. In my history, every time I try to let down my guard I’m reminded why I keep the security tight. Open up, and I’m betrayed. Get too comfortable, I’m met with disrespect. Profess my feelings, they don’t reciprocate… And they don’t realize it — that even though my heart hangs on my sleeve, it fights attachment and it’s…
