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Only Tears
Alas we've grown to this; what is it exactly,
We've been fighting for?
We speak at, not to each other.
Apologies profess desertion and I'm face to face
with my greatest fears.
I'll bid farewell.
This way,
there are only tears.
I've surrendered my pride,
attempting to rescue what you left for dead.
The questions you seek answers for are better left
for you to dwell upon.
I've addressed mine.
I will remember a greater misfortune,
although for you,
this will be yours.
Lay us to rest,
this way, there will only be tears.
Infinite circles of conversation ride each wave of uncertainty.
I cannot be hospice to your confusion or make elementary
for your juvenile heart to understand;
forgive yourself for your loss,
this way,
there will only be tears.
Perceptions
Everything is a relative tragedy,
it's amazing how rehearsed they all seem.
I'm adept to their words but their actions
are what strengthen my disdain.
I wrestle with distress as easily as I forgive,
whereas a simple breath of humility
is what forgoes those who revel at my dismay.
What wise prophet must I quote?
How misguided emotions must I wear
for them to understand all of my complexities,
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