Flimsy. Ripping at the slightest tension. Such weak garbage bags I keep for baggage I carry, As heavy as each rejection I’ve suffered, Been blessed with, However I feel during the moment. It’s why I change them as fast as I can, Before debris scatters all over my floor, Out of my control. Kind of like, My emotions encountering a new palm I grab, With a familiar feeling to it. I’d have to walk away fast enough to avoid somber thoughts from spewing, Into an ocean of regret we’ll all drown inside of without prior notice… Who am I kidding, Though? I’m not one for heavy bags, I tend to break easily. A symptom of loneliness that’ll never be curable, But, I’m okay with what my heart can bear. Hard to believe anyone would like to lay down in pieces, Losing sight of what will keep their smile intact, Knowing it takes more muscle to stay uplifted… Maybe, Some of us are meant to be alone, For the world to be clean from our sins, And, Set the example… At least, My garbage bag is strong enough to hold each apple I’ve bitten into…
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