This?
I can name this pain
like the back of my hand.
This is me—dying…
Heartaches have become a habit.
Failures feel so familiar.
Relationships breaking all over again,
that I grow tired of picking up the pieces.
I no longer wait
for my breath to hold steady
nor my heart to even whisper a plea—
because silence has become
the only rhythm I now fully trust.
They said: “𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄.”
I said: “𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐄.”
Even if—
it doesn’t feel like it.
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*image: elijah grimm / unsplash
