©KeenEvenings

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I don't know why its so hard
And yet, so it is.
I had to close my eyes
To beg not to batter myself
Until I'm a bloody mess
On the floor.
If I'm able to latch onto
A smidgeon of hope
Like a trip far away with you
I might be able to.
I might be able to
Move toward a brighter future
And think to live another day
Not gory crimson
Stained onto the ground.
To wake warm next to you
Not eye bags in bitter cold
But a sigh and a soft kiss
On a sunny vacation’s morning.