How then, would you define this
Feeling of almost-emptiness, this
Withdrawal of emotion when
You're holding on to something less
Than what you expected
And yet accepted it regardless
When the world applauds your strength and
You see only weakness
When your lover begs a kiss
Yet her lips feel so foreign
As does everything you've tasted
When your world seems so hopeless yet
You hold on to hope against
Common sense, withdraw further in
To the world you've crafted
A masterpiece where you can be
At rest, finally blessed with
Silence, how do you defy convention
Yet reek of everything
That's already been, and dream of tasting
Anything that hasn't
How can I scream into the wind
Without the wind screaming back at me
How can I stand against myself without
One of us retreating, or taking a beating
That the other may be victorious
How then, can I define this
Accept to say it's my lips
That must've tasted foreign to me
When we kissed.
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