deliverance
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Previous month
wasn't just the end
of beginning of
new month.
It's not just how
time flies. But
how time upgrades
to new stage.
Been lost for a while, I'm missing myself.
Filed a missing person's report on myself.
No posters, picture on milk cartons, or hashtags.
No tee shirts, search parties, or evidence bags.
A slave to one's own mind.
Time and time again, I sit there in a continuum of fluster.
The strength I could not muster.
For I am alone.
Here to pick up the pieces to the puzzle on my own.
It’s your fault for staying
It’s your fault for talking
It’s your fault for breaking my heart,
But picking and mending and healing
