Photo by Joseph H. Davis Jr.
I know what I told everyone
I’ve repeated the lines in my head so many times
I was beginning to question the stranger spewing the well-rehearsed story
from lips that resembled my own
my story grew tiresome and depressing
Common sense screamed in my ear to move on without remorse
retrospect is a cruel and unforgiving viewpoint
my heart will always offer a compelling argument for impetuous behavior
a dull pain still lingers
so hard to understand how illusions create such realistic side effects
call it instinct or intuition
what once was justification for the inner thrill
became an appreciation to understand the inner peace
only found
at the right time
(not then)
with the right choice
(not him)
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