Tomato, Tomaato

does it really matter?

It’s hopeless.

Published by ms.parker on Wednesday, May 28, 2025


 Blows of truth
 I haven’t yet healed from the wound
Of seeing a life with you
but living another
Like light obscured

Until my palms burn

My love for you has no cure

I imagine

The voice of your eyes

Drawing me back to you 

day after day

Lifetime after lifetime

Like an abandoned home

Calling on a stranger

Sheer desperation 

And a pinch of hope

With all of my yesterday 

In your name

How can I be anything new?

No matter what lies I tell myself 

I know there cannot be 

anyone else that’s you 

It’s not like I had a choice. 

It’s not like I had this planned 

but if there’s a truth right here 

it’s this, 

to this day, I am in your hands.


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