Oddly enough

it's Censure

that rhymes 

with Adventure

Its contrast reigns

like a Rose—

to a Comforter

and threatens 

—pleasant 

pillow fights

with its thorns

Self-restraint

and hedonistic

abandonment

—in tandem

ensure the

successful

venture—

Amid the crowds

of feather-weighs

a tour de force

a heart wrencher

#ProseQuestion #Challenge

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should I pull you away from my thoughts?

should I I hold on to the weak strings until you leave my heart?

the cords ripped_ the memories cut

or should I just scrape you away with a wooden spoon?

until I am empty_ hollow_ with the bottom visible and left raw

all the signs of you pushed

to “nomore”

and then when there will be nothing left_ and my spirits will hit the glass surface

and the walls will break_ I will cover myself in the pieces

that no longer hold meaning

I will build an armor_ I won’t feel the pain

no you_ no us_ no pain