Currents Poem by Jessika Hoppers
Currents
This is me, fighting back currents of tears. The sun is burnt out, and this is what's left. It's not my heart, it's my mind that's being torn apart. It's not as calm as it was back then, back when, it was you and I and there were no doubts. Now I'm willing to do anything to make this work out. I've made mistakes, I know it's true. But you won't hurt again, I promise you.
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