the rantings of solitude
the rantings of solitude
Pain resurfaces
after midnight
and sometimes
flow out of my eyes
then leave me numb
peeling me out of
the dark
into the absinthe
of evil insecurities.
Unheralded,
epiphanies settle in
everyone will always
choose someone
over me
Someone more beautiful
Someone more worthy
Someone
better
over
me
always.
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