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A forethought crashes into an afterthought.

Will the scars fade
before you understand what put them there?

It's never been a fear of the certainties,
I know water extinguishes flames.

Your knife split the difference,
(her shadow limped away)
and a trail of hope dripped down the freeway.

I will survive by bleeding to death.

Dreams belong in a ditch,
abandoned with the fear that feeling isn't okay.

Silence constricts my heart,
my veins have forgotten how to breathe
as guilt intertwines with emotions.

In my search for oxygen
I have written with moments-
but the colors have changed,
leaving my lungs aching for meaning.

You reach out to touch the canvas
as I hold my breath,
waiting for the paint to dry.

(Strength is also found in what I'm becoming
and for that I wish to thank you.)

Promise me that we won't need to remember our future.