Huddled in a corner with a pen
the paper blots up tears and ink
and offers no hope of surcease
to seeds of panic poised to grow.
If only a little rain would fall.
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my eyes adjusted to the dark last night
of the light that fades in, flickering
in the bathroom where I have spent my worst times
I saw disappointment in the mirror again
maybe someday I will learn moderation
and stop desperately trying to reach
the bottoms of cups and plates
maybe I will stop wanting to forget
someday,
maybe I will stop having to trace outlines
in the mirror of what I want to see
changing the shape of my jaw,
expectations are the root of all problems,
let them go and you will be fine.
Some espresso? Here: “expectations are the root of all problems,”🙈💖
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exactly 😦 😦
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The last line speaks the truth!
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After getting hurt so many times, you do one thing for sure- You learn.
❤️
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