• taylorstearns_ 5w

    A single line stares back at me.
    Crushing in its singularity,
    Mirroring the weight of loneliness
    Nestled in my chest.
    Blue, pink, red,
    The color irrelevant.
    Miraculous the impact it has.
    Another month past.
    Another hope lost.
    Doubts begin to creep into my mind
    Despite desperate attempts to shove them away.
    Is it me?
    Does the root of this failure
    Lie somewhere in this body?
    This body that has been trying so hard,
    So fucking hard
    To bring that wishful double line to light?