I wrote this on 7/31/09
Reflections show a truth that I tend to forget,
Apathy is a pill that's hard to swallow yet I have an addiction,
An addiction that will undoubtedly be hard to kick,
Memories pick back open the wounds of self infliction,
My heart remains in the strands of your eyes,
Which were never really there.
Wide open like a cloudless sky,
I feel like I’m walking on air.
Hints of reality seep in to my dreams,
Reminding me to not get caught up,
I can’t awake from this fantasy it seems,
In a sense of false reality I remain stuck.
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