I know now, that I will never be able
to bring out the best in my partner.
I've learned that I don't have the
sentiments it takes to do so.
I've come to understand that my sorrow seeps out
when I least expect it,
and that it causes me to act brashly.
I make foolish decisions and wallow in them.
I start thinking a new life is the answer.
I confuse myself unintentionally, I think.
I find myself staring in mirrors,
illogically thinking the answer
will be written on my forehead.
I smoke until my lungs distress.
I let my cruelty ride until
my life goes into lock down.
The dream is gone.
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nice stanza
i enjoyed this
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nice look into your thought life. really liked second and 3rd stanzas. cool
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