This on-sale revolution is a glimpse into something more (2)

Letting go is fake
and a little thin.
Starting something new
is purely out of some latent instinct.
Out hearts’ simultaneous beat
isn’t as good
as a real laugh or cry,

The weight of the heart isn’t loving.

The point of honesty is awakening.
Being drunk is real.

An end isn’t happy,

Going home isn’t a butterfly
in a jar — trapped, dead.

Moving on isn’t pointles and painful.
Your hope in anything isn’t pretty amazing.
Carbon isn’t going to break soon.


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