Instead of being foolish
in wishing, I will cut
those strands of hair shorter
than they ever were, hollow
those eyes for another’s, and kill
time for good. I will forget
what I wanted, wish solitude kills
the past that never sparked
into motion, the stillness
of the night, obstacles
never pushed. Nothing is better
than coming to terms with no words
spoken at all—it makes me happy
that there was no cause
for pain, no cause
for longing
for eternity.
For all those faceless people/immovable objects in my life
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