Never is not a length of time
But a condition of the heart that wants to believe
And would welcome help
Understanding has capacity
Yet, will not blindly accept
An old soul you must assure, as you walk it across the street
Fight — innate in these bones
Blood-born, not a choice
The sun will set and rise o’er the strive to set things right
Love is what I was
Love is what I’ll always be
I’ll never understand why you didn’t fight for me
To turn the mourning to a song
There is this
This is not my bedHow the heat
Awakens us
Unfairly ’round midnight
Demanding
Be more
Want more
Until we can take it no more
Covers off
Masks off
Enshroudments be gone
Our skin will breathe
At 3am
We’ll rise by choice
Then you are ruin
A puddle stepped in by mistake
And not out of Vivre!
You are confetti
The nuisance forgotten
And not the heralded
You are the dark
Shuttered away alone
Not the blessed cool of eve’
The ache of the ache
Or the alone of alone
May we choose neither
The oneness
Clinging to your shadow
An imperfect shade of orange
With darting eyes that you deny
Until you can no more
You open wide the door
And
Then you cry
Think not about
The breeze blowing through
The center of you
Howling away a hollow
A something-specific shaped hole
Where resides your soul
Decide you’ve all you need
You are enough
Standing there tough
Your own hand on your hip
Eyes surveying what you’ll prefer or let pass
How full your glass
This seems like freedom
Wearing smiles and muscles flexed
All light bulbs turned on
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