sad as always

A sharp mind
But foolish in the affairs of the heart
I never learn
Even after being hurt
One too many times
I kept giving my all
And getting nothing in return
Today I say, “enough is enough”
No more fake love
No more tears
Today I turn to poetry
To alley my fears

Ever driven under a bridge
During a storm
The one peaceful spot where everything stops
That’s what poetry is to me
Here, there is only rhyme, rythm
A pause between stanzas
And a whole lot of feeling
Here, I can talk about my suicidal thoughts
Like a Catholic at a confession box
Here, there is no one to judge me
Despite my many faults
In poetry, I can finally be me

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