A curious escape
I live an escapist’s life.
I long for something
anything
to make my life
greater
better
happier
than I am now.
I no longer hope for death
but rather
I hope for love.
And isn’t it odd
how love’s absence
made me seek an end?
Love is something
anything
that makes my life
greater
better
happier
than I ever was.
In love, I find
a curious escape
from life’s troubles.
My escape
is miles away,
and I hope he calls me his escape too.
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