Ending every night with a tear stained pillow,

Wishing for the unexpected, but instead I receive familiarity,

I’m letting my loyalty chain me to my hurt,

I try to break free, then you say “I’m sorry”,

Letting the words form a blanket of amnesia,

My world starts over and my pillow is there waiting for the forecast to change

Mayank Dhanawade

Again 

It happened again,

Ending every night with a tear stained pillow,

Wishing for the unexpected, but instead I receive familiarity,



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