internal bleeding.

i finally
admitted,
“you’re wrong.”
to the man
in the
courthouse;
to the woman
in the
tight skirt;
to the friend
i once
called home.

did you
ever really
know
someone?
did i
ever stop
pretending
to know you?
did i
ever stop
pretending
to know myself?

three years
too late.
i found
where
it lies.
and all this
time,
i thought
i was strong.
but in truth
my soul
was slowly dying.

do you know
what it is like,
to breathe
in the fresh
air after
a storm?
like brand
new oxygen;
renewed,
and pure.
like all the
world ever needed.

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