Always the cliche
and in that tear, everything broke
every shard of pain, every loss
the losses yet to come
her voice, her heart
caught
the world devoid of pretty
even with joy at her fingertips
especially then
she always lost herself
no one could help
no one could comfort
it was too scary in the darkness
in the void, that sometimes filled with such smiles and love too immeasurable
the structure not sound
Everything collapsed inward on itself
the heart too torn to be of use
she shook... hands, fingers, soul
so tired of being cliche
so tired of being alone, while the world moved on
(2015)
