Boldness beats in hearts of glass,
Tethered between free will and fate,
Raw and restless, I repeat the past,
So quick I am to hesitate.
Plastic heart pinned to my sleeve,
I am fickle and I am planted,
I block the exit then try to leave,
Give thanks and take for granted,
I hide disgust under a filtered face,
My soul is bare and it is deep,
I’m lost, I’m guided, I stumble with grace,
Wounds of victory still weep,
I seized a ship but lost the sea,
It’s new to me but slightly used,
Chaos seems my cup of tea,
Though pretty I am bruised,
I’ve tried blood and bleach to clean the slate,
My patience never waits patiently,
Somehow love and me are always late,
Torn and tethered, set me free.
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