Reaching out is so much harder

Than watching from the sidelines

I suppose I am so accustomed

To rejection

And disappointment

My ears are more finely tuned

To disregard and pain

Than to commitment and faithfulness

That love has become a bitter word

Rather than evoke giddiness

It awakens the cynic

Rather than roll out like a fine fabric

It lays out like a cubic compass

Straight and narrow

And shielded by lines

Arrows and signs

Dictate the journey of my heart;

Locked away in my brain

It beats to the steady pulse of my thoughts

Published by alexiima

Life's a party in a sunflower field. Even when we wilt, we are beautiful to behold.

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