Halo bent and twisted
wings bruised and broken
sleep seems like a savior
we rush to grab what is ours
pushing pulling feelings apart
I am pulled in four directions
My heart breaks under the strain
thoughts scatter in the wind
dusty and easily forgotten
cursing is easier than loving
easier than trying
I watch the sun rise
and as you make peace with your own demons
mine still put up a fight
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