• tokillabibliophile 36w

    Lyrical Loss

    I.
    I have not run out of things to say.
    I might have run out of ways to say them.
    The alignment of stars and cloudy skies,
    Ruins of blood and bones and lies,
    All lie about strewn in a string of silence.
    It broke.

    II.
    I don't want to talk to you
    Because you expect me to pour out my depths in a basin of white
    While I wet my feet forever at the rim.

    I don't want to talk to you
    Because it takes a moment to make promises
    And a lifetime to regret them.

    I don't want to talk to you
    Because you live in a world where people need each other
    And I live in one where acceptance still eludes me.

    I don't want to talk to you
    Because where you come from, happiness is in the little things
    But where I am, happiness is a little thing.

    I don't want to talk to you
    Because, you see, I never run out of things to say
    But you could run out on me.

    III.
    I hate this verse as much as I hate myself
    Spinning around webs of lies and words of solitude
    I hate that I gloom away my prime
    I hate that I can't see the simplest knots in my stomach
    I hate that I can't bear sunlight.

    But as much as I hate myself,
    I am my own being
    This angst of youth shall pass
    And I'll be peaceful
    soon enough.

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