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Someday the light will shine
On all that I try to hide
Like shoving the bits under my bed
Waiting for it to ring a bell
On other days I’ll be on them
Wondering when they’ll come back to haunt me
Like literal skeletons in my closet
Waiting for me to admit
But most of the days I lie like an addict
Swallowing these memories for a temporary self-high
Like druggies that have gone too far
Waiting for something else to feed or feed on for my wandering
We never erase the things that hurt; only shoving them into a corner where we can’t see.
Just because we can’t see those problems doesn’t mean they aren’t there.
” I woke up today after I dreamt of you, remembering I had a blissful smile on my face before I wiped it off like it was the last thing I’ll ever have on the face of earth. In my head I screamed “unfair, unfair, unfair” as though all that internal chanting can miraculously salvage our friendship. And I was thinking if people were temporary things, then you were the rainbow after a storm and I was the measly drizzle before a torrential rain. ” – 14.06.2016