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Unrequited
I
Wish
You could
Feel just how
Hot my tinderbox
Heart burns for you, my darling love
You seem cold to my
Scorching flames
I’ll still
Love
You
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Dream Lover
You came to me in dreams of silk
All sapphire eyes and ruby curls
You traced my bones with love in your hands
And drank my mind from my lips
In that euphoric moment
I wanted to travel your veins like the sea
Guided by your north star heart
But, oh, how you make me loathe the mornng’s light
For, my darling, you were just a cruel trick
Devised by my poor, broken heart
I hope with each passing day
That I’ll meet you manifest in the waking world
But until then
I can only continue chasing you
Through the realm of dreams
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I has a sad.
Self-pity blogs really make me sad. The power is within you to better yourself whether you realize it or not. If you’re not happy, get up and do something about it. Posting depressing sayings and pictures doesn’t help. It only perpetuates the bad thoughts you’re having. Go out and see the sun, go for a walk, eat something healthy, read a good book, go see a good friend, do whatever you think might possibly make your day less miserable. Because if you don’t, you’re going to be miserable for the rest of your existence. No one wants that and if you think you do, you’re wrong.
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Spectral Sleep
I lay next to you at night when you sleep. You may not know it. You may not feel me next to you, one arm draped over your hip, face buried in your hair. I don’t imagine you do. But I am there, holding you tight, caressing your hair and whispering to you that it will be okay like I used to. I like to imagine that you do feel me when you roll over and place your hand where I used to lay, when you talk in your sleep. I make up little stories about the context of your nocturnal ramblings and imagine I was there with you when it happened. Sometimes I was there, and I remember like it was just yesterday. Those memories are all I have anymore. Without them, well… I don’t imagine I’d exist.
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Sweet Little Bullet
Echoes of you
Still ricochet off the walls of my mind
Like bullet fragments
Blaming you
Would be blaming the gun
When it was my finger on the trigger
All along
The Sun Peeks Through My Window
The sun peeks through my window
At night when I am sleeping
It comes to steal away my dreams
And leave my soul a-weeping
The sun creeps through my window
A silent, blinding thief
It comes to force me back to thoughts
Of want and woe and grief
The sun seeps through my window
And oozes ‘cross my bed
It reaches forth a flood of light
To immolate my head
The sun blasts through my window
And burns upon the eye
Reeling back from my assailant
I bury my face and cry
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Bipolar
Your highs skirted the troposphere.
Your lows scraped the grounds of hell.
Your love was a roller coaster.
Your scorn was a death sentence.
You clung to me and told me never to leave you.
You left me with my own devices to rot.
When faced with a choice,
I chose the middle ground.