These

These steps I’m stepping,
These breaths I’m breathing,
My heart keeps breaking,
I keep crashing.
These words I’m mouthing,
These kisses I’m not kissing,
I keep forgetting
The notions I’m expecting.
These trials of mine
Are drowning in the wine
I forgot to drink last night.
I might as well have my last fight.

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