Things are turning back;
Too many old cracks.
This time there's too
many to patch.
Why are we so stuck?
Reliving the same
old defeat.
I wish things didn't
hit repeat.
We don't learn
from our mistakes,
it seems...
Or we'd not be
tearing apart,
at the seams.
I sit back
watching.
Helplessly.
I sit back.
I see;
Our relationship
weakening.
The days go by,
counting the spaces
between..
The silence,
that becomes
so deafening -
between us
as we sleep.
Trying to pretend
that things aren't
turning back.
That we don't lie
& I don't weep,
As you lay asleep.
- Erin 16th August 2020
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Erin Shields
27. England. Poet. I have Bipolar, BPD & Anxiety. I’ve been writing since I was 18 as an outlet for my mental health.
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