Floating right beside the moon here in a river filled with stars

Holding onto words and phrases formed when you broke my heart

Here I am piecing it back together at a place faster than before

I get shaky and leave my comfort zone

Sirens ringing in my ear

Death to all I’ve known

(Letting go)

Dying like a bouquet of roses delivered to your front door

Pungent roses

Addressed to the ones awake in these hours

Dying flowers mourning the times you found yourself in this place

Where sickness creeps in and your stomach starts to churn

Keep it in

Stop thinking

Feel again

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