Simplicities Don't Tend to Stay

i am wistfully watching the cousin of guilt

he's presenting himself yet again

Invitation-less at the party

she thought she'd closed the door

he seems to find his way nonetheless

dread is underrated

he makes her want to scream

but permits only a whisper

she's reaching to the world

outstretched arms aching heart

she knows what she desires.

in front of her there lies

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a paradoxical world of beauty and pain

the shattered looking glass

quietly accessorized with silent wishes

slipping desires and tainted experience

shadows of loneliness and echoes of strength

the red rose

its dropping petals

quietly brushing the earth

painting it red

reaching to the world craving this beauty

but frightened of what it holds

it's dread that envelopes her

not because of what could be

but instead because of what is.

mist-like, it's hard to be shaken

everyone's feelings to be considered

for a stretching moment

she's forgotten about her own

she knows what she desires

patience regained, she faces the world

reaching for things that cannot be touched

catching the open wind on her fingers

it's there for just a moment

only to disappear

because simplicities don't tend to stay.