where

Where art thou?
hath the sleepless nights
and many fights
finally gotten through?
Hath the jealously
and envy
written all over thy's face
caused thou to travel to another place?
I cannot fathom being alone, my love,
Won't thou come back to me?
Thy hath many bruises,
inside and out,
but that won't cause me to take an opposite route
After thy's previous relationship
I have seen thou often slip
But don't worry, I will steady thou

Words stir
From within
Me.
What
Are they
About?
What
Do they
Mean?
They come out as
Poetry,
Sometimes it
Rhymes,
And other times,
It doesn’t.
They are parts of me,
But parts I do not
Recognize.
I will come to be
Familiar
With them.
Maybe.
But I hope the words
Never
Stop.

I haven’t always understood
what it takes
or whether feeling bare
minimum, sometimes above
the average toil
is understandable, relatable.

I’ve sometimes taken
life as a fancy,
which has temporarily
made me accepting, rarely
discovering that this slumber
has failed the Darwinian test.

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