Thursday, March 8, 2018


can a flower
that's been stepped on

still smell so
time and again?

can a vine
that's been cut off
from rooting

still reach out
and bloom
from above?

where is the love
when the grey
comes in?

it blocks the sun
when the day
won't begin

why does this happen
time and again?

doubt crawls free
from underneath

it seizes me in
the darkness

holding me apart
from all of this

pain and
what it is

used to be bliss
just two seconds ago

what do i know
about love?


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