Crave
I crave the truth,
My head knows its not right
Yet my heart still wants to believe
The illusion
Of perfect eternity that was shattered
In a single image.
My collar pulled from my neck,
My recycled noose.
The second hand emotion sits on the side,
Staring at me, dripping.
The casual material hangs there,
Attempting an innocence that has been lost
Forever
And ever














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