I won't concede to the fact
that consequence is permanent.
I will fight
even if it kills me, trying,
I will tell you that I didn't mean
anything I said when I was infuriated
with the way things turned on me.
I will fall to the bottom
of this bottomless sea.
Consequences are indifferent
to when you pull
a useful lesson
in the end.
Figure yourself out-
Go and pin down
every flaw you've found-
She's not coming back,
and no matter the dating app,
love will always tremble slowly
and leave so fast.
I've observed
that it's a gift,
however fake,
to have a relationship.
'Cause it could
never be too real, could it?
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This Gray, Unfortunate Place (2)
PoetryPoetry that straggles the heartstrings. (You don't have to have read the first book.)