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Discontentment

Cloud-bound    
affirmations of love  
are really nothing but  
hot air balloons  
on gorgeous, windy days;  
beautiful, yes  
but definitely dangerous,  
death by god or by chance ~  
it’s hard to know for sure  
   
call me sober    
(although i’m not)  
or maybe don’t call at all,  
as surely i’ve missed    
the mark on more    
than one more occasion -  
yet it seems fitting,  
a handmade coat baring  
handwritten tags;  
i never would have fit well  
   
i tried you on  
one too many times,  
wearing the fabric thin ~  
the threads of this    
connection rubbed    
to snapping, dragons  
breathing fire of discontent,  
burning our heels    
at every turn of phrase
Written by LunaGreyhawk
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Random journal entry from this week’s therapy.
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