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I forget how to breathe.
Anybody, please...
 Feb 2016 Eleanor Rigby
Zac Mac
(7w)
 Feb 2016 Eleanor Rigby
Zac Mac
You got me,
The whole me
Happy?
A woman walks down the pavement
An image of beauty
With a red dress and the adoration of men
Her black heels click on the tarmac

A man converses with his mates
The definition of charisma
With a suit on and a beer in one hand
He commands the respect of a crowd

A little girl plays on the seesaw
With her friend who is without a name
But when others walk past
They see the little girl is alone

The old man looks at the photos
Reminders, memories of him and his beloved
Framed permanently in sepia tones
A tear rolls down his cheek

The woman walking down the pavement is lost
The man with his mates is close to breaking
The little girl feels rejected
The old man is laying flowers on his beloved's grave

For though the sun shines today
The pain remains
Their loneliness a constant reminder
A constant tormentor
You are
cherry blossom
an oval
a fish-eye
you keep
mosquitoes
in a matchbox
& pray
to Buddha
we part every now & then
so we can meet again
It's been a week without you here
and honestly it's killing me, my dear.
 Jul 2015 Eleanor Rigby
MKF
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 Jul 2015 Eleanor Rigby
MKF
They said find what you love,
And let it **** you.
So when I found the man
Who made flowers grow
In my charred lungs,
I let them suffocate me.
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