Monday, October 11, 2021

It’s not the same

I don’t repeat the same mistakes 

I make the same decisions, when faced with similar situations, in slightly different circumstances 


So yeah, you could say


I don’t repeat the same mistakes

Getting lost

 Somewhere between the exquisite horror 

and the foreign feeling of elation

Enough

 You had me with your words


You lost me with your actions

All the grief that swallows us whole is pooling over the edges and bleeding into everything; changing the shape of what it touches.