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Betrayed"If we broke up I'd do anything to get you back."
I'm just a train-wreck
Just another number
No more significant
Than a single hair
On your head
Who is she?
Why aren't I enough?
I can forgive
I can forgive
You've felt for so long
But what I can't forgive
Is this betrayal.
You say she's irrelevant
You say you love me
That polyamory is your forte
But I don't remember
Signing that contract
That said you could
You say I'm beautiful
But you never want sex
Is my body not enough?
Is she skinnier?
Less inclined to challenge
Your faults and discrepancies?
I fear you are tired of me
No longer in love
But you tell me
No, that is not the case
Well if it isn't,
Why are you with her
And not me?
It's not cheating.
We broke up,
It's not cheating.
Well if it's not cheating
Why do I feel betrayed?
I didn't want to leave you
I still want you
But you left me
ChimeraA chimera in the dark
A chimera in the night
Run for your life
Run for your life
Your bones in two
A chimera on the run
A chimera chasing you
Run for the hills
Because they'll rip
And mutilate you
With snapping jaws
And grabbing paws
Teeth as sharp as hell
Run form me
Run from me
For I am a chimera too
The Motions of LifeGoing through the motions of life.
Living. Not breathing. Not here.
Just a faded echo.
Emotions lost. Just guilt.
Why me? Why me.
I don't want to say goodbye.
It hurts. I can't forget. I'm lost.
I want to forget. Why did you do it?
Why did you hurt me?
Concrete walls encage the heart.
Crushing it when it tries to grow.
You made these walls, not I.
To vanish. Beautiful peace. Beautiful endless peace.
No more suffering or hurt. No more pain or sleepless nights.
Too many hands. Too many villains.
To Find a LightThe world doesn't need me.
It has enough poets.
My hope is my lover,
Who's angel heart
Holds my head above
The water to stop me
In this great pool of tears.
My shrunken body,
Lost in darkness,
My only company a small light;
My love who guides me.
There are other lights, though
I do not see them
Or feel their warmth
But I sense their presence.
For these lights are the people who
Care, but I have lost my ability to see.
The ones who hold me, who calm me
When I'm weeping
Images in my head so vivid.
Memories of a distant past that
I know they are there
I know they see me
Clear as skies.
But their reach is hard to grasp
Fumbling in the dark.
Ode to LoveLook at you, so small and quaint
So pitiful, yet so alluring
Waiting for me without a complaint,
Subtle sweetness on your lips, luring
Me to a place of false affection
And honesty. While you devour
My heart with your insubordinate
And impractical opportunistic infection
That which you call love! Pray tell, how're
You to expect our hearts to coordinate?
I remember once, while kissing your lips
I felt my heart soar, with utter bliss
I must be caught in insanity's grip,
For my love was lost in the black abyss
All those years ago when the man
Who took my dreams also took
My soul. Now I am merely a shell
Of the girl I was before this began.
You say you can help me but just look
At what little he left me with after sanity's knell.
Little boy, how can you follow
Such a damaged girl so absolutely?
Do you not find yourself in a wallow
Of worry, hurt, and utter astute
Vexation? I am puzzled by your devotion
Yet I cannot find it in my heart
To turn you away, for I fear that loosing
You would hurt
Running, FreeRunning water
Streams we'll never seek,
Running through the Earth
at such a ferocious pace.
Not for ourselves,
Not for our world,
But for freedom.
that doesn't exist:
not really; Not at all.
A freedom to live, as life is precious.
A freedom to love, as love is
always free; we just need to
Or, if we cannot,
Where is it?
In our hearts, our minds?
or merely our imagination?
Or perhaps it is nowhere;
after all, if it were somewhere
it would surely be
Gushing through valleys,
the liquid of life,
the thing that keeps us standing:
But with one blow it is all Gone.
A spurt. A choke.
Slow swirl and wide whirl,
Life's memories floating by.
Faster night by day
The past reviewing itself
The future searching you out.
Nervous MovementYou're a dime a dozen in a sea of billions.
Individuality has no significance in numbers so vast.
And while this fact makes looking forward hard
we can't keep living in the past.
You're a nervous movement in a freeze frame scene.
Steady hands won't help hold up such a fragile act.
And while you take your time keeping character
you fake what you can't take back.
With nothing more than a thought we form our actions
and this is where we extinguish the lie they tried to invent.
The lie that we painted our lives without passion
well conclusions are useless with no attempt to commence.
You're a song I can't name stuck in my head.
I've listened to you before and probably will again.
And while I can hum the melody all day long waiting
for it to hit me I still won't know where you've been.
You're a gust that has never changed direction.
Nothing can touch you you're only felt as you brush skin.
And while you can't be stopped nothing lasts
nothing escapes time not even the wind.
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