SELF-INFLICTED WOUND
Like a storm trapped in her chest
she moved in circles
footsteps restless
heart pounding louder than thought.
She had lived inside a lie
vowed to love through anything
clung to promises already crumbling
made peace with pain to feel something.
When dawn rose, it lit the truth
the smiles were masks
the kisses rehearsed, and yet, she stayed
not for love, but for the hope it might return.
She bled quietly
trying to piece together shattered glass
holding on to something
that had already let her go.
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