Poetry

Emotional Psychosis

For our rogue minds have a mind of their own.

And everything is right in the moments when they are for us.

Like when we won’t let go because we want to be ‘happiness’ for others at all cost,

—without permission,

even if it means a bad relationship.

Because convenience is staple and maybe lives longer than a broken heart.

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