One tear or two or a whole box later
Altering perception, reality
Pay the price.
Take me down, piece by bleeding piece.
I know better than to believe my bitterness, or yours.
This is all temporary. We are all temporary.
Pain and pleasure and these dried flowers,
The echoes of laughter, the ghost of your hand in mine.
All eventually fade away.
Fade out, breathe out, bleed out over and over again.
This won't last.
It never does.
I know better than to believe your promises,
My feigned optimism.
Every moment, we are recovering from something.
We are, each of us, grieving something.
Letting go.
We all want to fall down and drown in our own tears.
Who am I to think my hurt is any greater than yours?
If I can just keep from burning alive in the fire that rages in my chest
And behind my eyes.
If I can keep afloat, and keep from destroying this ship
Just so that it can't sink again.
If I can hold my head up and say for once I did something right.
But for now I inch along the ground,
One pothole at a time.
I pick up little jewels along the way to wear in my martyr crown.
Sharpened facets catch my eye and dance
Until I put one foot in front of the other again
And win for one more day.
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