defeated
written by Turiya
the product of my emotions, my love,
should be the one thing I can control
the how, the when, the why, the where, the who
but my love has a mind of her own
she breaks free from my heart and flies reckless
believing herself immortal and unscathed by defeat
my love is a trouble maker caught wet handed playing doctor
stitching wounds together with similes
her antiseptic tears sterilizing the emptiness
hoping distraction will hide the lack of anesthesia
and the depth of rejection wounds
she places everything on the line
an unlucky chronic gambler
wagering a pair is enough
to bring victory in a world of shadows
and unfair deals
my love is a foreigner in her homeland
exposed, inside out, mangled under the traffic of progress
unwanted, abandoned, left stranded
without proper luggage for the journey
and no spare dimes
my love fades like a whisper and forgotten memories
a face I thought I knew but no longer remember
an eastern horizon vanished
sweet optimism drowned in the wake
of being unable to return
my love wants what she cannot have
acts diplomatic while waging internal wars
impales herself on her own vulnerability
surrenders after barely fighting
unsure of what she believes
she’s wearing too small shoes
and dreams too large to carry
and everything unclaimed that wasn’t hers to begin with
unsure how to let go of anything
without losing herself
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