Eating every petal,
tasting falsehoods
               of what they meant.

Every thorn crushed in
our last meal,
           hoping shards
cut deeply on the misconstrued
                 hope you would ******* pain.

Live day by day
Cuz you never know
Today could be your last day
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Seen too many lifeless bodies of good people
Guess this is not a place for the good ones
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If you want to tell me something you should now
My time’s runnin’ out
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i can’t tell if i will die in your hands or by them
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If you’re reading this then it’s too late,
If you’re not my attempt failed
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Everything ends,
I just hoped this would end with my death

I guess there is that
kind of beauty
in this world;
when the flawed
and broken shards
are picked up
and pieced together.

Though it sometimes  
require bleeding cuts
and punctured hands..

..it's all worth it.

Even if your way
Is full of sharp shards
I'll pick you up
And walk through the shards
Because I'm ready
To take your pain.

I'm broken
My shards are everywhere
Please do not pick up my shards
I don't want you to get hurt by my shards.

Directions swerve from visualizations of
reflections that are kept
                                          within the above.

                Dismay verses  acute desperation,
stray reflections deflect
                                          systematic dictation.

Where all shards of what lingers before us,
pair unto parts that collect for us to
                                                               discuss.  


But eventually  they show true form,
               cut deeply they delegate in uniform.

A flash of bright light
A meteorite
Shooting across my universe

Destroy
              ing          every
              ­                thing
                        in
                   it  s
                                                 path  


                        (for the better)

Leaving fragments of burning matter
Shards of glass in the ******, beating sun (my heart)
As quickly as your burning fire came into my sight, you were gone



Nothing



(but vivid memories, toasted lyrics and throbbing heartache)

Loving someone
who is broken
is like being attracted to shiny shards
touching it will make you bleed
holding it close may hurt
but to those who have true intentions
even small pieces can come with a bright luster
that even broken glass
can shine light into this world.

i careen between
thoughts of you and death
try to vocalize what i’m feeling
but you nod and digress

your words are shards i wish to digest
your love, a memory i wish to forget