"Say it. It is a new day.
The echo must just be in your head. Rivers of boiling blood...was I supposed to feel them all along?
The pillow muffled last night words, or were they swords blindly aiming for a pulse?
Say it again. It is a new day!.
I've finally realised...
I'm the idiot that forgets.
The idiot that makes all of the unforgivable mistakes.
I have started hurting in the most comfortable of ways.
Bubble wrap numbs the pain, while we have fun and the sun decides to abduct us for a day.
Waking up with those angels they teach us not to love. The hugs i didn't want. The kisses that you drowned.
Let me open the curtains...I have heard them say...
It is a new day."
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Your poem is so lovely and so true. I love it.
Thank you Abby 🥰
Your welcome.
Keep curtains open to fight the shadows of yestrday .. ghosts usually lurk behind dark memories ..!
Love your words myth!
Very much enjoyed & tho' I may be somewhat late,
I shall say it anyway, welcome to My Poetic Side .. Neville
Thank you dear poet. It’s a wonderful place to be at 💜
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