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jh Feb 2018
And just like that,
I was re-birthed straight from the palms of your hands.
I grow up and what I am now, isn’t what I was.
I think your hand touched the water of disassociation because I grew up away from the reality I once knew.
It feels like when I was blooming in your hand,
your elbow scraped the mountain of shame because when I grew up to be the right age,
I was cut up with the regret I didn’t know I could have.
It seems like as you held me tightly, giving me life once more,
but you held too tight and in result I became clumsy, falling for the love I could never give back.
The richness I felt when you hand gave me life, isn't enough to make me stay and enjoy the warmth of you and the life I couldn't stand.
So,
I hope I'll be re-birthed once more
from the hands of someone who can give life to the ones who need it the most.
- This ins't the life I wanted when you left, but It'll do
Amour de Monet May 2014
your light is beautiful
and mine is glum
in your eyes i find
sensations my estranged blood
has never felt
to touch, to love ...a soul unselfishly
for no other reason than to love

i want to place my frostbit hands
upon your beating chest
and ****** you away
or might I chain your hands
and take you with me

i could pull you into my gale
a hostage of my lonely curiosity
but I'm afraid, so afraid that your light
will fill the empty gaping blackness
and your gentle breaths
will calm my feral winds
you alone will effortlessly transpose
the thunder of my bones and
i will assent that only your nearness
can bring the calm to the eye
of my storm

but what follows when you
tire of breaking my weathers
when your chains rust into reddish ash
and i can no longer keep you, my love
i can’t imagine this place will ever be
as fair as it was with you
and i can only foresee that
which will become of me

for when the day does break
and I find myself alone
when the silence of your absent
lungs deafens my troubled mind
my storm will surge again

and as the black clouds surround
i will bring my withered hands
before me and remove the foolish eyes
that once lost themselves in you
so there are two sunken holes
inside my skull
i will cut through my sternum and
rip my dour heart from my chest
i will undress from my flesh and
pull the nerves you once caressed
and my naked soul will dig a grave
and settle into the dark
i am tired.... and i am a mess... and i am all things love and darkness at the moment. something has left me cold. i should rewrite this one day... when i'm more mind and less exhaustion.

— The End —