Losing The Plot

The sky, though blinding, fills me with delight,

If I want to be happy, then you can't be why.

No use in feeling guilty, no shedding skin,

The heart that tore me open, won't do it again. 

 

The comfort of sadness, I'm too complacent,

Subverting the toll it takes, a part of me awakens.

No use in all my angst, you're not here to rage against,

Washing my hands of you, is worth more than what you've taken 

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