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Maybe
a poem
maybe it was over before it even began. it’s like the ending was the beginning, and the beginning, the end. now we’re in this fucked up cycle of repeat, constantly dragging ourselves into hell the longer we let ourselves leisurely float in this aimless path that leads to nowhere, over and over again.
maybe your issues can’t be resolved with me by your side. and similarly, maybe my issues are only worsening with me by your side. because i can’t fathom the idea of walking away, and neither can you. but we’re two fucked up souls that are craving — nay, yearning — to just love and be loved and grow and fight. but we’re in this endless cycle that won’t let us just be.
maybe you can’t clearly see my struggles because i keep myself hidden behind my veil of security that prevents anyone from seeing the real me even though my favorite song has lyrics that follow:
when everything’s made to be broken, i just want you to know who i am
maybe we’re fighting for all the wrong reasons because we’re both so severely hurt and thus tethered to our pasts. so now our pasts are colliding and entangling themselves into this present state that’s nothing close to a beautiful gift.
maybe you see me for who you want me to be and not the me i am. i’m screaming on the inside…
