Running Shoes — A Poem

All the writings in my mind, waiting to be spoken. But your ears are shut and the door’s wide open

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I know it’s not in your nature
Kept mirroring past mistakes
Till reflections scatter
All around your place

It lights me up
The fake fights we have
How innocent, oh how
It hurts in all the right places
All the writings, in my mind
Waiting to be spoken
But your ears are shut
And the door’s wide open

When I leave in the morning
I’ll still be hungover
For four more days
And I’ll still be hung
Onto every word you said
Every word you left unspoken

Now letters bleed out
Onto my empty pages
How these days, these days are
So much longer
Yet the calendars
Keep turning new leaves
Leaves me mesmerised
I realise, it’s all lies
But your ones, I didn’t mind