Habit
Habitual hugs,
addiction of serenity,
frames flying off the wall
and land at your door.
Shut out-
like the lines you'd curse
sweet revenge is asked for
and while habit succumbs fate
targets are acquired,
lost
and forgotten.
It never will work out,
it never has,
so save the good if it can't be there
cause the bad is what ruined it
I don't want it
I never have
so if that's the case then let it all be
remain in the moments after us
because you were more whole then you were in it
Copyright © Sarah Casey | Year Posted 2011
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