Sometimes, I want you to stay. Leave and return when the temperature is right. Wrong.
You’re failing.
You’re losing.
You’re done and should exit center stage where I bleed the most.
Excuse me, did you arrive here by public love or private affection.
It isn’t safe.
We aren’t real.
The fantasy left us when you did.
I believe I shall arrive at at at here nor there
Like life with no spare
I leave I stay I die if the direction was different.
Maybe we land differently if I follow vs lead.
About the Creator
5enx
hurt spirit trying harder not to hurt spirits; by pouring into words meanings my actions can not humanize.
:creative therapy:
#unfuckingapenetratedheart
@the5enx
A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 days ago in Petlife
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