clean breaks

i’ll take the clean break
to the heart, so then it won’t be
that hard to pick up the
shards i’ll use to carve out a
cup, to pick you up in
years later after slow
realizations seep out from within
and you feel unloved by yourself,
uncomfortable, life growing
thin in your own skin

adults sometimes aren’t brave enough to ride the carousel of

love.
with childlike hope
heads spin,
feverish dreams stitch
into hearts,
warp speed, time falls
apart – mirrors bend,
poor self reflection –
lovesick.
the music twists from
cheerful to haunting,
the good feeling stops
coming around, the horses
leave us behind, riding
out of town

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: carousel 

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