photo sourced somewhere on tumblr...
there's this rift i'm stuck in, somewhere between sentiment and reality.
this conflicted dichotomy leads me onto two paths: one where i never cease to look back, and the other, on which i beg for history to commit not the fatal crime of repeating itself.
yes, i'll readily admit, that is a fear of mine.
and i'm not ever sure if there's a day that will come, when my head and heart align.
for it did once before, just once, when i was so sure about you.
and now it's as though the planets are shifting rapidly and i can no longer feel anything beyond numb.
it's this attempt at salvaging what could be, or admitting to oneself the true nature of what is.
but a fool i am, blinded by old flooding tears and lust.
what next?
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