Nonsensical

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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