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2017 Sometimes the places my steps take me
are exactly where I wanted to go
and I show up with my soul on my sleeve
carrying quiet and no tragedy,
no poetry.
Sometimes the places these roads lead
take me away from you,
the light bleeds into too many corners
I am terrified of being caught in.
We get so much more used to the dark,
don’t look down,
don’t look up,
don’t look
because you can’t tell the difference,
everything is
so
the same.
I pick apart the silence and the black
and somehow I keep getting little squares of sunshine-
I am not good at being alone.
Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose
I win every day
when I get to wake up next to you.
