I held my piece…
Because I am trying to hold on
to that comfort of knowing
we’ve got something special,
ours only—one where we can build
a future together.
But I never thought
that holding my piece
will cost me my peace…
Because no matter how I tried to hide
and patch things up,
the cracks are slowly showing…
And a turmoil within me is building,
and realization sets in…
We’re not okay.
We’re not the same.
We’re not thriving…
We’re just drifting,
And soon will drown
with all of these pretending.
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*image: karl hörnfeldt / unsplash
