I am the embodiment of the ugliness in love.
Flustered skies weeped in a world of bloody knuckles;
And this, is my way to “feel”.
Smiling was never an option
So I laugh with caution,
Paranoia;
Who will look me in the eyes and call out my bull shit?
I’m feeling nauseous.
Circumstances became natural disasters,
And I felt the earthquake shaking my pupils.
I shake my head but couldn’t shake this feeling;
Earth symbol;
How can I stay grounded through frustration?
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