double lives
living parallel thoughts
two congruent unconnected feelings
its impossible to understand
how I manage to recreate this cycle
this circle of emotions
always the same,
love, life, them, me
same story,
different players,
I am stronger than this
a fighter in my own right
a survivor of my own sacrifices
Life will never be dull
a book ever written
at the hand of my own pen
no matter how beautifully complicated the story
the more out of control I become.
Not allowing my mind to run free
only unleashes the demons of the night
Unforgettable, yet hidden
Hopefully locked away,
in its hand made cage.
the lines of my paper,
and strokes of my pen.
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