Fallen, forgotten

If I have fallen, I will not chase. I will stand up and and walk out of this place, this space that I held so sacredly, so emphatically I expressed the importance of why I impressed the boundaries… and yet the ecstasy stole away from me a reality that I am yearning to live, my behavior and mind beyond obsessive, not allowing myself to breathe I move on I push on looking for relief, and I give… I gave into the message that was continually delivered , words that were read and audio crisply heard, pictures being formed and hopes painted , of course I knew the truth would soon taint it, repaint it with a clearer version of the uncoverable mess, the crystal clear lining providing nothing left, nothing less, nothing more than a moment in fantasy slipping away from me and reminding the ache that it has never been too far from me, I let it slip away and be switched for bliss , I let it slip away, let love be on the lips…I kissed hope too close and broke it into pieces, it is part of the process, acceptance of what it is, but what it is now, has me remembering that with pain, it usually comes from loving out loud

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