As the poet said, 'Only God can make a tree' -- probably because it's so hard to figure out how to get the bark on. - Woody Allen


lingering shadows of what you decried as love continue to beat about me, unmercilessly leading me to realize it was never what I foolishly received so desperately like some drunken two-bit fool caught on a doorstep with fingers stuck inside some broken wine key I tried , to make sense of nonsense of those years that faded and eventually died savagely struggling to stay alive, all while hanging on to hope against hope and by default, the lie. that what we had was actually real. and now, in the quiet of this desolate sky screams the truths I dared not cared not, to believe and refused to release for the longest spell telling myself it couldn't be as dark as this austere reality, these words that slice across what I thought was continuous indefinitely never real, never mind ...

© alisajs


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