the root of it all

if early years
were so fulfilling
why is today devoid
of warmth in veins
soul starved of affection

never have childhood memories
been so vivid
emptiness stands out
beneath neon light

some places, reminders
of how broken and needy
these cells have become


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necessary evil

unearth rusty words
shoved deep in soulbed

they begin to bear down
like stones
empty deadweight

a promise broken
before it breaks the dream

not ungrateful—
a much needed


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the only way is up

a shell stays put
not because it belongs here
but because it has nowhere else to go

beyond pretending that everything
is alright
brave enough to admit
to oneself—

this broken space
holds nothing

worst still
when the one thing that matters
is out of reach


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all taped up

I was once
in a million pieces
missing the one
that mattered most

thought I’d died, but
the heart survived

I learned to keep
my brokenness
in one place

now and then the wound
leaks bad memory
and though it reeks,
I am not sorry
for being a taped up piece


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