Found

They have no reason
To care anymore
Most of the people
In the village have
Succumbed to the
Smash and grab
Back windows broken out
Kind of like
Sometimes you have to
Break your own heart a bit
To make sure you are
Loving yourself especially
When you’re walking
Away from something
That keeps you prisoner
From loving your own
Vulnerable insides
Your own best self
Burning down the walls
We let the air in
The sound of birds
Caught my attention
A seagull flying around
I fell back
Beached like a
Fabricated story
Once told by
A deceptive ex-lover
Painted effortlessly
While I’m left
Face down
Choking on the
Lies of soot and sand
I found myself

© GÄ