Heart on my sleeve

I was out
so far this time,
feelings of deep blue
I was harbouring,
that’s what I was trying to kill
but then there was
excitement
and fear of being
caught in a tide.
It’s so strange
the beauty and pain,
it tore my heart out
again and again
so why do I still feel the
way I do about you now?
I was saved but
I don’t know how,
grief is what’s left,
echoes we’re but
shadows and dust,
now warmth turns cold
as it soaks the inside
of my jacket.

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