It’s not the angle that matters
when you lie on your feet
and pretend you know how to bleed
there’s still something missing
you mark my steps
while I mark your words
but we’re still
unaccounted for
I walk away and pretend
you pushed me
you gather other people close
and pretend you don’t remember
we take odd, disconnected steps
around this puzzle
you still don’t know it’s shape
as always Im the only one
who sees through
these deeper things are
too far for you
but I can take this in
and compromise
You’re still you
you can be the sun
vibrant, demanding attention
I can be the moon
muted, strong
as long as you know
I don’t always dance in place
















Comments
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evil geniuses don't need "witty sayings"
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We are all broken and wounded in this world. Some choose to grow strong at the broken places.
- Harold J. Duarte-Bernhardt
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We are all broken and wounded in this world. Some choose to grow strong at the broken places.
- Harold J. Duarte-Bernhardt
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"I walk away and pretend
you pushed me
you gather other people close
and pretend you don’t remember"
Very true.
And, I really liked the part contrasting the sun and the moon, especially with the moon being described as both muted and strong. Nice job.
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Rykki
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We are all broken and wounded in this world. Some choose to grow strong at the broken places.
- Harold J. Duarte-Bernhardt
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To ask and endure a moment's humiliation, is better than to not ask, and suffer a lifetime of shame.
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We are all broken and wounded in this world. Some choose to grow strong at the broken places.
- Harold J. Duarte-Bernhardt
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