Trying


How selfish the rain was
Dripping and dropping its dirty water;
Breaking the grass
As I dance, I fall.

The ground breaks beneath me
and with every blade that slices through me,
I fall deeper and deeper
Into nothing but the ordinary.

The dissonant,
The unbeautiful harmonies
All wrap me up.
I’ve never warmed up better
To anything in my life.
Then when I choked trying,

So unbeautiful, so perfect.

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