poetry

I do anyway

The words hurt today
it hurts to pick out what to wear
it hurts to raise my cup to my mouth
it hurts to leave the lair

I come back and sit with my dirt

it coats the coffee table
it coats the armchair
it coats every inch of my skin
and every single hair

I open my eyes to my shit

I see the dimmed light of my soul
I see my words threadbare
I see the intention broken
of always getting back up again

 

 

I do anyway

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