04 December, 2015

The reasons we don't want to be left with ourselves

Resigned confessions made in the witching hours
Or else
a typhoon of punched apologies

The heart breaks at the beginning
not at the end of a love
Sometimes all of poetry is wrong

From old regrets
new disappointments
glistening on beaches, broken stars

Memories of past truths
fight with present senses

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