writer | écrivain | ékwiven
i. This city reminds me
Nights I’d come home soul stained with vodka, whiskey, gin
After all-night, kissing the wrong person
Sleeping in to get passed the disappointments
ii. That song reminds me
Open wound of a life
Waking even though my very essence was dying
Everything amounted to nothing, desperate to hold on to something
iii. This place reminds me
Beautiful new memories made
Body/mind a lot less heavy
Time loves those old scars away
though our eyes are wide open,
it feels as if we’re living in a dream state,
desperate to decipher the real from fake.
moments underestimated – or calculated to the tee,
what difference does it make in the end?
who will it affect?
though your heart is wide open,
if you’re colder than the bottom of the ocean,
who’ll brave its depths?
don’t neglect, don’t forget
we’ll all be beneath the ground one day,
nothing more than bones and sediment.
I am a plethora of contradictions,
wild, free yet well-kept,
flawless prose in simple diction,
wide awake and hardly slept.
True warriors never share their stories,
but bury me in my armor,
forever doused in gold and glory,
the misanthropic little charmer.
We were just kids, with too many emotions and a lack of coping skills.
No parenting magazine could have prepared mom and dad for this.
Nothing is enough, when all you want is everything.
Eating sky and ocean in a ravenous binge.
Falling into n o t h i n g n e s s, drowning in our sins.
We were just kids.
City asleep
Falls, triumphs melting into dreams
Luna sheds her everlasting light
Bathing us in glory, bathing us in the night
Hayden Winston 
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