Trials

Loving something  
that wasn't mine 
was futile, 

but necessary 
to sustain my presence. 
How could the river flow into the ocean 
knowing it would never be one? 

And life will forever be salty 
Oh dear, 
tell me 
How could I remain a poet 
if you could be mine? 

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Label: The Scorch Trials

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