Peyote
Like a bird with a broken wing,
I’m on the point of extinction
because of you.
I’m trying not to care,
my skin is peeling off
I’m shedding my feelings,
slithering like a serpent
through the labyrinth of my heart.
I am not enlightened,
my heart is glass shattered on the ground,
my eyes burn
and my lips sting.
Banish me.
I would rather live alone
than face a world
where you cannot be mine,
where you will not be mine.
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