Loving and losing are nothing more than a letter apart. I've got hundreds of broken halos just like the one you wear. Don't be so sure that I don't have my head in the clouds to keep you from noticing that my mind is running around behind your back. I've weighed the odds long enough... time to beat them. I'm not the sinking ship in the harbor.
I'm the darkness disrupted by a whisper. The splinter in my paw that you told me to ignore became infected. This tiger is tired of waking up with last nights tears in his eyes
The scars on my September wrists look more like smiles now. Settled for second best in the public's heart just so I could be there at all. Hopefully stuck in your ribcage on the way out of an exhale.
If we're still being honest with each other, I can't take it all in sometimes... the breath and the confusion. There are times when my clean conscience is only a blank stare with palms towards the sky.
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