assuage

when love disappear,
words dance around my head.
rocking me to and fro,
forcing me to understand the simplicity and not circle around possibilities.
why hang on to something that weren't meant for my pitiable soul,
grasping breathe that relaxes my tense nerves.

slowly,
i identify the satisfaction.
this aftermath,
assembling pieces of thoughts.
the recovery.

laughter so insincere,
not touching the basal of my triggered heart.
the rumbling heart,
this heart that has lost its space within someone's.
frolicking with the dew.
and settle as droplets of water,
slide down leaves to a crash.

splashed.






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