Tried my hands at love poems

Undestined Lovers of Spring

Undestined lovers,
Glad to have met, yet doomed to part,
Each morning's light missed the other's heart.
Oh, what cruel play,
That fateful day. An unfulfilled promise. We lovers made:
"Till death do us part.".

It was springtime then. Merrygold and hyacinths bloomed,
While we forgot the world’s cruel gloom.
Echoes of distant bells would sing,
When something pure rests in simple things.
A swish of steps, from grace they fell,
A smile to drown the world’s cold spell,
The warmth of home, in your embrace.

My younger self thought. Of the old love poems poets told. Of perfect kisses, true love’s bliss,
A love untouched by time,
Where sacred souls intertwine.
I was bold, too young to know,
Too stubborn, like old men, to be told.
My head full of flowers,
Reminded of your presence every hour.
Our shared kiss as starfalls rained,
The end could come, and we'd remain,
For we didn't care, But dreams too tall. Are bound to fall.
My biggest sin of all. I began to believe.
I believed it would last,
But illusions fade,
And regret was cast.

'Twas the month of October,
The land decaying, an omen to flee.
Dead leaves fell from brittle trees,
A school of ravens mourned the death of spring.
My lover and I met once again,
Where we had made our promise then.
As if struck by lead, my lover said,
“There are cracks on the rotten ice.
I can't fall, not in this killing cold.
I'll leave, I won’t return.". Why? Why so sudden?
Is it me?
If so, I'll paint my eyes white. We’ll return to love forevermore,
With lungs full of dread.
Our love died, as she said,
“We can love no longer.
We weren’t meant to last.”. Tears flowed down her ethereal face.
My soul retreated as I faced it. The poet sighed, as she said it:
"It’s over.".
I became a wanderer of crumbling cities,
Haunted by moments like ghosts.
I was no longer a living man.
My mind full of wilting flowers,
Left by regret, I cried in the shower.

Gone a year or so from that fateful day,
I remember, never looking back. Don't all love poems end this way?

Undestined lovers,
Glad to have met, yet doomed to part,
Each morning's light missed the other's heart.
Oh, what cruel play,
That fateful day. An unfulfilled promise,
All undestined lovers make,
"Till death do us part.".

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A little girl with a pack of mice
Her skin a cold as shivering ice
Her eyes as blue as summer skies
Her skin as pale as chryselephantine

She looks back with fear in her eyes
I look away into the sunrise
We look and part
With sorrow in my heart
As I see the non-existent remnant of
My beautiful braveheart

So I just wanted feedback on the poem as I normally write short haikus only. I am an amateur poet and just want to know how to improve it so I can continue writing better poems.

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How much longer?

How much longer must I hold on?

How much longer must I suffer from this sadness I can no longer control?

How much longer do I have to wait?

.

I just want to rest,

It won't be fine.

I won't be fine.

It will never be fine.

.

Just let me close my eyes,

I stand before death and beg him to take me,

People tell me i have no right to feel this way,

People yell and they shout “Stop being dramatic!”

.

I can't do it.

I'm not good enough.

I can't do it.

I can't hold on anymore.

.

How much longer now?

I want to feel the icy breath of Death

I want to hear his whisper

But I know you care.

.

So I’ll hold on.

Just a little longer.

.

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The fogs rolling in on the lost dogs

Trying to find their way back home

I've been too far gone for far too long

I don't think there's changing any of this.

My heart got lost in the wind somewhere

And my head got buried in the ground

So where do you go with no directions?

What do you do when you make your bed?

But regret even getting up in the first place

I guess I'll just lie in it a little while longer.

The dogs are crying for the damned

And I'm crying for a time it all made sense.

The emptiness felt by the slamming door

The note that said it'll all work out

The moment trust turned to suspicion

The only time I ever made sense

Was when I was questioning intention

Never yours, just mine alone.

All the beautiful melodies of that song

Have fallen flat to the sharp howl of longing.

Those lost dogs each a piece of me

Ran into the world to find confusion

And only found it comes from within

Now lost in the fog settling deeply

Calling to me trying to find their way back.

I turn off the light, lay down in my made bed

Barely blinking, barely breathing

Indifference was the high I was chasing

But feeling is the low I'm getting

I exorcised all of my angels

But the devils still left anyway.

So what do you do when you've gone astray?

I've been too far gone for far too long

I don't think there's changing any of this

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Among tall trees,
stripped thin like me—
a bed of needles
that warms no body.
Yet here I lie.

A pine's branch
barely holds my gaze—
its body pinned up
like a nail through kin.

A vulture snaps off a limb,
then picks at another.

I lie still
beneath evergreens
while my shadow
slips away.

(note: I intended for multiple ways to interpret what this poem is trying to say, so I'm curious as to what you find it communicates.)

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Communal Showers

in the shower i lose.

myself and find my soul.

as i strip myself of faceweeds,

I am at peace as my jaw is cut smooth.

I don’t understand why

I hate facial hair.

My grandmother tells me it looks

handsome but my friends tell me

It makes me look 21.

The point is people like it;

I don’t.

Yet it makes me feel like

A greaseball. A ball of grease.*

Once I cultivate the satisfaction

to put the mower down,

I lather the shampoo and I put it in my hair.

Then i put in the conditioner

And soil the soap and wash away

All that is wrong . But it’s ok.

Sometimes I shower just to shave.**

I hate the way the world makes me

Self conscious.

And I hate even more that I let

The world succeeds.

But when the faceweeds fall away,

I find myself again. I reject the world

And I feel ok.

*I haven’t even begun the literal cleansing.

**That’s why I rushed through the parts that weren’t about shaving.

(I haven’t written in so long college is devious sorry about this)

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There was once this quiet man, who eeked his way through life / Then one day at 29, he met his future wife.

She brought color into his world, and dried up all the rain / For 'neath his tranquil meekness, he hid a world of pain.

He grew up on the "other side", and never could fit in / The odds were stacked against him, he was never meant to win.

Mama was an addict, Daddy was a rolling stone / he witnessed things better left unsaid, that hurt him to the bone.

He resisted the evil all around him, and tried with all his might / but he had no other choice, than to learn to fight.

He seeked out a lighted path, far from this life that he despised / even though he could not conceal the flames, behind those saddened eyes.

So he put his head down, exhibiting shyness to deter / always slow to anger, and always slow to stir.

Then one day his wife came home, with tales of a new work friend / little did this shy man know, that it would signify the end.

This new guy was a boaster, a loud and boisterous man / he smiled down on this quiet man, and even shook his hand.

But something didn't sit right with him, his disposition seemed so fake / and what this new man chose to do next, was his worst mistake.

He underestimated the quiet man, and stole his only prize / and this woke up a demon, that was nearly twice his size.

Embarrassed, hurt, and humiliated, there shall be no peace / the new man proved a coward, at the revelation of this beast.

And this demon's wrath has no limit, only missioned to destroy / this new man didn't realize, that he "started a war with a monster, boy"

Now theres nowhere safe for you, and there shall be no fun / because when you hear that beast is 'round, it's probably best to run.

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Wonder why the call you bitch? Listen up yous a punk as$ bitch. Let's hang out... neh mind scratch that- itch. Pathetic little boy can't love himself. So instead he gets it from everyone else. Pretending he thinks they're something special . Acting like he's an angel when he's really the devil. He’s Only good at doing one thing.... And that's being a fuck boy if that's your thing. Using people's hearts until he makes it stop. Making women feel small so he can stay on top. But he's just a little fuck boy... as you can see. Just a bitch as$fuck boy. That’s all he’ll ever be. You bitch as$ fuckboy Don't bring me no more joy. You bitch as$ fuck boy. Everyday pick out his fit that his girlfriend bought. Then putting back on his wedding ring that last night he took off. "Where you going?" He say I gotta go take care of my kids. Knowing their loyalty to him is bigger than his. Can't be wrong thinking he's always Mr Right. Deciding which victim he's gonna fuck tonight. But I feel sorry for a man that has no joy. And becomes good for nothing else than just being a fuck boy. He's just a little fuck boy... You bitch ass fuck boy. You got that right, he's a Leo you see he's lying. And always letting you be the only one that's trying. Because he doesn't know how to really show anyone any love. You can't give something away that you've never received any of. So dear little fuck boy, That's all you'll ever be. I can't believe I let you get the best of me.

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In dawn's gentle glow, a soft warmth appears, A vision adorned in hues earthly and clear. Her skin, like the sun-bathed autumnal ground, Rich, deep, and warm, where life's beauty is found.

Green eyes, lush as forests, in emerald embrace, Hold the depth of the earth, and the light of day's grace. They glimmer and dance like leaves kissed by rain, A glimpse of the wild, untainted and plain.

Her voice is a song of the heavens made real, Soft lull of the breeze, tender whisper to heal. If I could sleep years just to bask in her sound, I’d find dreams of her voice in the silence around.

A soul bright with laughter, untamed and free, Her silliness, charm, as wild as the sea. With curls like a cloud or a wave on the breeze, She stirs life within me with effortless ease.

In each step she takes, in each laugh, every glance, She turns the world’s pulse to a soft, joyous dance. For all that she is and for all that she shows, She’s the fire, the earth, and the life that bestows.

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The blood pours like crimson

Cascading down like a rose

I still can't see myself

In the blood drops,

too shrouded by shallow,

metaphors, pointless , vain

They say life flashes before eyes,

Yet i recall only forlorn thoughts

every analysis of mine,

just as important as i, dying

I once said i dreamed for this

for my brittle heartstrings to snap

to drown in my own self image

in the hypocrisy of myself

suffocating in my own tears

not worth the soil i stand,

the icy smothering tendrils,

my fevered soul suffocating,

the tree of my soul poisoned-

by my own self delusions,

like wind too foolish too choose,

Like a wilting rose-

more thorn than beauty

All these just half baked, half thought out, pointless useless poisoned worthless dying poisoned foolish depraved half-thoughts

The death of a poet,

is the death of a hypocrite

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"... She'll watch the world, with envious eyes,

Identity smothered by borrowed highs..."

— Some conglomerate's shiny-new scheme

to make her waste more on the One-Way Time Machine.

Grace will drown in these lines entwined.

/She/ can't be brighter than borrowed light.

The thoughts she thinks are inherently skewed —

Don't look down now; It's not a nice view.

Gracie-girl believes a pretty-girl's lies.

"Now to survive, you must steal & disguise..."

This plagiarism's not about ease.

Started with fear — it's now Her Disease.

Falsely believes she's lost & alone,

trapped in a World where Truth's overthrown —

Preschool pigs feed; head in a dream,

Gorging herself on the Great Slot Machine.

All scream loudly, so unconfined,

No one hears her die in a borrowed fight.

No air-snorts or nods,

she continues to scroll —

Seeking solace, seeking God.

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Small poem, first I've written in probably a decade, the others lost to time and various moves:

During the quiet hours
In the dead of night
Mind torn asunder
With visions beyond sight

Longing for the powers
To fix the blight
That invades the wonder
And fades at dawn's light

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I’ve been writing letters
Filigree and golden headers
Parchment paper stained with tea
You’ve always liked antique things
Black ink held by feathered quill
Dripping from shaken grip willed still
The components I have yet to surmise
I can’t begin to even describe
The way your hair falls over curved shoulder
Writing a list of things I should have told her
For reference
A cursory glance
A meeting of pure happenstance
Turned into two souls locked in an eternal dance
Can’t think of anything when I try to
Head brimming with thoughts I can’t compare to Her
This
A stolen kiss
A touch that lingered too long
Made out to verse, evolved to song
And so I start to write
An endless prose in dimming light
And when I’m finished with all I’d say
I rip it up
Throw it away

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The clock spins, the wind passes me by.

The sun, he sets.

The moon, she rises.

My feet stay implanted.

Others run past me.

I reach for their hand, “take me along, why don't you?”

They must've not heard.

I stay.

New days begin and old ones continue to end. 

The sun, he sets.

The moon, she rises.

Again and again.

My feet stay, still implanted.

Vines are now growing around my toes.

Others run towards me, but then stop. 

“Come with us, why don't you?”

My head sways somberly.

I stay.

Years pass, the stars and I grow older but not brighter.

The sun, he sets.

The moon, she rises.

They start to feel like an old friend. 

Greeting me, Then waving me goodbye.

Over and over again.

I am now implanted.

Vines now wrapped around me, twisting in so many ways.

from the tips of my toes, to the bottom of my nose.

Nobody bothers to invite me anymore.

I stay.

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I found a dog wandering the parkway
Alone and lost, a lot like me
Caught somewhere between Carolina and Tennessee

She was black and well fed, and she was somebody’s friend
But no one could have swerved in time,
Mountain roads never made for very straight lines.
I could not bring myself to cry until I saw the trees shedding shape,
Heading west, then north, then west again,
All I knew was she was somebody’s friend
Somehow swallowed by my mistakes,
When the tide comes in, I cannot stop the waves,

I wish I was foolish enough to believe in a God who’d punish us for being human.

Ohio was nothing but miles of sky
But it was black, like the inside of a trusted, old coat
The stars resting there were far too shy.

You told me lake Michigan was beautiful at night
But it was far too vast and endless for me
And I couldn’t make out the point in the sky where the ebbing waves ceased to be

I wanted to grieve for you
But it wasn’t my news
You had four to five rooms all covered in sheets
Trying to paint over what wasn’t there
You told me you knew that life wasn’t fair,
And to find a place and fall asleep anywhere.

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At 12 AM the door opens as I lie still in bed.

From shadows deep the creatures creep to play around my head

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At 1 AM the curtains draw, revealing a new guest;

The moonlight bathes a looming shape who longs to join the rest

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At 2 AM I hear a voice that whispers to me 'soon'

The shadows prance and dance around all bound to a dark tune

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At 3 AM the clock rings out and my bed starts to spin

Through blurring dark I catch a shape- something else has slipped in

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At 4 AM my senses flare, my heart begins to pound

the shadows crawl across my skin while making not a sound

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At 5 AM I scream and cry yet not a noise escapes

Unliving eyes stare down at me as my mind twists and shapes

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At 6 AM the sun breaks through to flood my room in red

The shadows slip right out the door and leave me in my bed

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At 7 AM my eyes shut wide-at last! I now can move

I look around and realize... this room is not my room

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So this one is based on an older poem I once wrote some years ago, and I’ve decided to revisit and update it. It’s a bit more fantastical and maybe sillier than my usual poetry, but I felt like exploring something different.

Loose Hoodie:

Napped, cuddly, wrapped in home,
Room for two, a separation only for me and you.

Where hands can roam.
Walk down slowly
One by one
Claim me your only—
each step, a warm thrilling pleasure.
Each touch pulls me in, forever.

Glide down softly
Two as one
We hold us closely—
each second, a gentle brushing pleasure.
Each trace I wish to last forever.

I squirm and squeeze the space for you,
fold loose fabric hugged beneath me,
keeping it warm, waiting.

Oh,
I can’t wait to see you.
I’ll be here, wrapped in our loose hoodie,
waiting, in this room for two.

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You tell us not to hate you,

as you strip away our rights.

You tell us not to hate you,

as you ignore our plights.

You tell us not to hate you,

as you vote for homophobes.

You tell us not to hate you,

as you donn your hooded robes.

You tell us not to hate you,

as you spit into our face.

You tell us not to hate you,

as you deny our grace.

You tell us not to hate you,

as you recite the ancient tomes.

You tell us not to hate you,

as you rip us from our homes.

You tell us not to hate you,

as you hide behind your guard.

You tell us not to hate you,

as you leave our nation marred.

You tell us no to hate you,

as you tear down all we love.

You tell us not to hate you,

as you slip off velvet glove.

You tell us not to hate you,

as you hoard all our wealth.

You tell us not to hate you,

as you care only for yourself.

You tell us not to hate you,

as you destroy all we’ve built

You tell us not to hate you,

as you feel not a shred of guilt

You tell us not to hate you,

but it is so very hard,

when you are the reason,

that we are,

so broken,

beaten,

and scarred.

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Glaring at what glitters knelt head down

Clean sandals clatter my way

Now feet, I fawn and beg

For my day's bread

I Soon scamper to the side

To gardens gate

Peter says he'll kick me out

Cause I burn in the bright

And in eve I take delight

I meet the multitude

And give my crumbs away

To the animals, they yap and bark

Beg and crawl, they whisper wonders

And meander madly

There Grew a Rose, by Apart_Ask3181

Silence, by dearmithran

It’s 01:45 after midnight

I should be sleeping but Sweet William cried

I guess tonight,

I write

First made him lose his appetite

Then helped his heart find light

Fell of his horse this Knight

Way before he died

His heart, Barbara did ignite

(Barbara Allen - Joan Baez)

Like the rain hitting the soil

Something about her struck his soul

Always imagined them white as snow; the angels

Dangerous since their heads fire; they remained strangers

If he could face the heat, could have been saved by the kiss

This is where a poet would use an

(Ellipsis - Mirel Wagner)

A play, William once wrote

He imagined a white red playing the role

“God… how do I describe her love?

A Dove

  Above

        Hold of

              All I can think of

                    Thereof

                          Bury my bones.”

                         (Bury My Bones - Austin Williams)

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Silence 

Silently, He calls us into silence.

To these fearful caverns, dark and quiet. 

We dare not speak lest we eat our own words.

What pretty rhetoric, what lofty thought

Has ever healed suffering’s old ache?

Silence is faith, refusing to mend it

With anything quick or temporary.

These wounds are worthy of King’s attention. 

The dead claw at the walls, shriek, push, pull and

Panic as if something strange were happening.

The Saints feel every terrible thing,

Feel without answers, but not without hope.

They close their tired eyes, but not too tight. 

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Just look how quickly the time flows,

I remember holding you once, and now you are on your toes;

You seen every side of me; Anger, sad, happy or confused,

But this protective side of me will be only seen in these words.

When my life was deteriorating and happiness was negotiating,

You were the driving force to keep me fighting all the lows,

I made many mistakes, but i wont let you do the same,

But i got wisdom from it, so ill give you the same.

I can watch the house burn or even the ties to die,

But the only thing that would give me agony, will be your cry,

I started prioritising myself but you were still top of it,

My goal is to see you shine even if that means to make me gone.

Ill always make sure that you never fall,

But even if you do ill be the shoulder to make you stand tall.

Jealousy and treachery are bad business, stay away from it,

Ego and freedom are necessity, make sure how to use it.

Fill yourself with selflessness and salvation,

Its worth more than a religion.

There will come one day when you read this, but surely before you tie the knot,

Just know that this dumb brother of yours,

Always roots for you, loves you and would even die for you....

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My dearest Sadboy, What have you done?

You took away my sanity, now you're on the run

you've tied me to the train tracks and vanished the other way

tempted me with feeling but decided not to stay

I lived a life so still and calm before you woke me up

It's funny now for me and sleep, I seem to have no luck

How could I rest at all at night when living in my head

thoughts are

clouding

cramping

squishing

more stuffed in than the dead

I guess now that I am conscious and can't put my mind at ease

the redundant notions of you and me are only mine to keep

But worry just as you are now, for time's the truest test

together and happy or apart and alone

at some point I'll find rest.

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Oh don't you think it's unfair to me -

To keep waiting for you

Oh don't you think it's hurtful for me -

that you're just a part of my delusion

when one second feels forever -

and forever feels like nothing

I feel the void in my heart -

But it still keeps on pounding

One touch and it's gone -

Tangled up in bedsheets -

but it doesn't feel wrong

Screams of desire -

Engraved on my grave

I will give you my everything -

You just have to say 'yes'

I will wear down my armor for you -

Let you see my bones

Hold on to my secrets -

While I hold on to you

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I traverse it's palm without a cough. Absolutely afraid of waking it up. Altho what I'm doing living on a monster's palm I have no idea of.

It's green , slimy, huge and whatever else is scary to you, But I quite like the monsters hand. Beauty lies in the eyes of a few.

Afterall it provides me a roof. Rent controlled apartments are harder to find than a monster's arm i presume. It often closes its fist without warning. But Loosing oxygen is good for underwater swimming. I quite like it ,it's true. Beauty lies in the eyes of a few.

It does punish me for not being green enough. It just wants me to be my best self, prepare me for the harsh word outside a monsters arm. I'm sure I'll be very tough. Beauty does lie the eyes of a few.

It takes away my door. Or monster slime door i presume. But it must want to protect me at all times. Beauty lies in the eyes of a few.

I often try to talk to it about nature and art and underwater swimming. But it tells me to study instead. It's a monster eat monster world out there. I guess that is true. Beauty gets to seen by the eyes of a few.

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The day you come out and take your first breath,

Everyone set a road till your death,

Their ecstacy lies in their prophecy,

Selflessness is a need but selfishness is a shield.

You go down the path of life,

The shadows of expectations following you everywhere,

But let the sun crown you with courage and watch the shadows vanish,

Let your actions speak and make it tell why you succeed,

And let the burning ones talk gibberish.

Dont let these boundaries keep you in dilemma,

Unprecedented actions are always portrayed as stigma,

Be yourself, its your life and remember this mantra,

Expectance will always break you down,

But acceptance will patch you up...

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It’s been a long, long time, my friend.

I have been waiting for oh, so many years

But it's been a long, long, time.

The falling years mimic passing tears that weave a story old

Leaves of your design

Perhaps a share of meaty hare and corpseless lullabies

Will fade away my fear

But for now I wait, though I’ve hardly ate

For a celebration that never comes

Oh brother, it’s not long now.

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the sandwich on the kitchen counter has rot between the slices of bread. there's juice in a glass and the grout on the floor is stained a deep red.

pin prick needle point trail marks litter the skin. not a single set of veins remains uncollapsed. 

don't you see what you've done?

cobalt lips and charcoal cheeks. this isn't a mortuary. it's your kitchen. the sink faucet is left running. your landlord won't like that.

wake up.
wake up.
wake up.

why won't you wake up?

your face is frigid. you're sweating. what have you done?

there's no one to eat your sandwich when you're in the mortuary. no one to drink your juice when the autopsy results unveil irrefutable proof of a dance entwined with the white horse. china white. the dragon. the beast. thunder. 

nobody deceives like a prisoner to substance. nobody knows you're dead.

it's okay.

you're in your kitchen. here, i fixed you a sandwich. drink your juice. you're okay.

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it's getting harder to see where you end and i begin;

a million voices surround me, screaming incessantly.

i cover my ears but the voices only get louder.

we're slipping back down into a place

where darkness shines so bright it burns the eyes

and glistening knives drag their way along soft, youthful skin,

drawing tiny beads the color of roses.

"you frighten me."

she pulls her knees to her chest

and rests her head on top.

"i'm sorry."

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"Are you okay, sweetie?"

I nod, forcing a smile.

Darkness pushes its way through the cracks.

The scale says 110, but it feels nearly double.

My eyelashes grow longer with each night spent watering my pillow,

wishing I was anything but here, now.

Weeds have begun to sprout,

entangling me and holding me hostage

as I sink further into this bed.

Or is it refuge?

I feel the hurt in your heart

when you see it in my sunken eyes.

"I will be, Mama".

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