April 12, 2012
These rough nights never end.
With these faces in everything.
I wanted to pretend
that this would work out in the end.
Eyelids fake a truth.
They brought me back to you.
For an hour or two.
Until their grip was removed.
Every day's another horse-
Beaten, broken, battered.
My fists are getting swollen.
"Nothing ever mattered."
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