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 A doormat,

somehow the sweetest metaphor,

so apt

as a summary

for

capturing the entirety

of the way you made me feel

about me

I know  that nobody else is responsible

For an individual’s sadness,

although at times it seems incomprehensible

it is 100% inside

misery was just passing through,

 I allowed it to reside.

But sometimes it hurts too much…

We have too much to lose by doing the right thing

and we lose too much, and recover not enough

because what becomes of a human being’s ability to trust?

Something innately within us,

relatively protected by our guard,

Can we do something consciously to repair that?

Or is it buried too deep inside?

Does something now overwhelm, will it remain

A relentless unconscious instinct

Shielding so much pain

Never allowing robin redbreasts

To fly again

But what to talk of human beings?

To be discarded,

To feel worthless, disconnected, a second class...

Something inside me tells me I’m not worthy, that i'm not real, that i'm a farce

Will I ever see eye to eye?

Or will my gaze remain glazed

and far away so nobody can sense that all I really want to do is cry?

Occasionally tuning into shoulders, collars, and drain lids

I have the self esteem of donkeys, i'm less stable than balloons

 and as alone

as the moon

Will my mind ever be quiet,

will it let me rest?

It hurt so much to tell you goodbye,

Despite the unpleasant sensation, somehow the laws of logic

temporarily overcame

the laws of tragic infactuation,

 knowing it was for the best

will never take away the pain

and the agony

of the fact that I will never put my lips

upon your gentle left breast again.

The only peace that I can find

is when I somehow manage to remind

myself of that night I stood

At the peak of the earth,

witnessing the sheer endlessness of space,

the chill and I embraced, as I lay down shaken by mirth

The sky was on fire that night

As if two particles randomly collided

somehow giving birth

to something that seemed to make sense

despite the fact

That they had began so divided,

that it took so many instances and turns, events and counter-reactions

in chaos,

to make it happen

like it was always meant to happen

The odds must have been...

beyond fractions of decimals

As if everything exploded

in a chemical reaction,

in a silent harmony

that changed the sky forever

In the cold light I see,

the carelessly caused damage

that changed this guy forever.

But sadly for me,

You are not to blame

Yes, you collided into me

But I let you