I'm Trying

war on me

Here I go breathing these words of fallen grace.

I'm just standing in the mirow despising my face.

All these tears in my eyes.

Torn to the back of my lies.

These sunspots become blood drops

And these blood drops become lost loves.

By myself i fight a war, A war against myself.

IM TRYING, IM TRING to stay away, Stay away from me.

Flowers and lighting.

When they make love.

They are said to make butterflies.

But I am a moth.

 

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[jumbie's #1 fan]

"These sunspots become blood drops
And these blood drops become lost loves."
Very vivid images, love them.