i'm tired,
& i'm hurting once more.
it seems they were just buried somewhere all along.
i'd love to say let the games begin,
& treat it all like my happy playground,
but my world came crashing once upon a dream.
*so i walk down to the shore,
& whisper my secrets of past and yesterdays,
i tell the waters my take on reality,
& watch the choppy waves bring fantasy back again.*
paperthin and chock full of holes,
crazily entrenched in layers of deceitful agony.
my heart makes no sound as it slowly dies alone.
ripped to shreds,
the elasticity of it is threatened by pink,
i've lost the trust that existed in my cold, toxic veins.
*
i'll take a walk down the blooming orchards.
i'll find a place where dandelions thrive.
i'll lay and rest amongst young vibrant orchids.
& then it's time to wonder, where's the sense in this?
*
i'll take fantasy as reality anytime of anyday.
3:12 AM
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