Brandi Guthrie - Oblivion

Caution. Tread lightly, for I am easily broken.
This bleeding heart of mine is more often left open.
Each time I get ready to heal another gash appears.
And there`s nothing left inside me now restraining back my tears.
You can`t fix me, dear, the endeavor is a lost cause.
I can never again be restored to anything close to what I was.
Lines we cross and vacant words we can`t seize back
Will lead us to the inevitable course of jumping off track.
I hate how aloneness consumes relentless sickly sweet.
It leaves me lying as motionless as putrid rotting meat.
How can I have a thing to offer outside this gaping space?
Too little too late are these promises designed to save face.
Breathing has become a struggle I`d rather just give in
To wither and waste away on the wings of oblivion.

Brandi Guthrie

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