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A mess of insecurities,

intangible to the core,

my heart’s been ripped out,

crushed, beaten, to the floor,

so many times before.

How many times will it happen, before I learn my lesson?

Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise,

to see the world through such wayward eyes,

or maybe it is, that I am blind,

to the voice I keep hidden away, inside.

A pain that’s so unbearable,

Not just a broken heart,

a broken life,

a broken mind,

some thing I want to leave behind.

Love is some thing faithful though,

I can still see the other side,

it’s where two hearts collide,

Together they join and tie.

N.T.J 16/08/2016©