Nevermess

I’d rather be anyone else.
The second guessing,
the things I’ve felt,
I could trade it all
and melt into another life.

Betrayal of body and soul.
I’ve grown attached to you,
you who lives in my head.
Despite the pain you’ve caused
and that time you said

that I’m not enough,
leaving a hole in my heart
from which spills tough truths
and opportunities.
A byproduct of my youth.

The chance of love lost and
several others strewn around my feet.
I trip over them again and again,
slowly learning what each
inevitably costs.

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