there's a weight to my eyes and soul
you strip with soft words and singing
and amidst this, the best of me halts
the worst parts beginning
I internally prod depths, I employ skepticism
only to pause,
reflecting and realizing these ugly instincts
my gambits to escape old traumas,
almost in vain with a future infected
with the hells found in yesterdays,
in the paths I've rejected
and this is not fair to you,
to attribute patterns I saw in others
within the beauty that binds us;
it seems I don't have reference
as blindness accompanies knowledge,
understanding less as I get closer
so just how sad is it?
that I'd easier accept detriment
than stray from the pessimism
to see your purity for what it is?
I'm taken aback by your kindness
I tease fate's malice,
but I'm getting better through you
About the Creator
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