Thursday, September 17, 2020

cycles

 why do I set myself up 

to mend every desolate soul

found wandering about 

begging to be let in? 


I shatter every bone 

bearing the weight of their transgressions

rebuilding from remains 

       they'd deemed too far gone

creating a rock solid foundation 

for a new man to flourish

but in the end it's never enough

for love to grow roots 

deep in the soil of reciprocation


I've accepted the love I thought I deserved

sabotaging any chance at my purest desires 

and for anything brighter 

than the childhood stories

I should've told my friends

when sleepovers and birthday parties 

were my silent rescue 

even for just one night

one day

pleasejustonemorehour


I deserve more

than the statistical destiny 

my father set in motion 

one closed fist or

venomous word

at a time or

the two intricately integrated together 

to carry on the poisonous traditions 

passed down as heirlooms for generations 


the cycle breaks with me


I deserve more love

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