Monday, May 18, 2015

Fallen from Sainthood

These nights at home are too quiet sometimes
While sister drifts off, into her silent worlds
She runs to sentences as if they are a refuge

Rain is like the sky's agony thrust in my face
My ex's new boyfriend looks nothing like me
I've never been special, too ugly and stupid for her,

Honestly, if I stand still a while, my world might end
So I keep moving, just so I can breathe again
And I know the truth, but I deny it, "afraid...afraid of himself..."

Most people will never see inside this quiet heart,
Hiding broken dreams, starlight studded aspirations
"Of course, I hate cursing,", yet I still understand it.


From March 2015

-A.K.-

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