I'm broken.
I'm alone.
I'm nobody's token,
I'm a dog without a bone.

Two broken souls will find each other,
Hang on for life,
And find their lover.
But there will always be strife.

If broken recognizes broken,
And I am alone,
Will there be a time when,
I find my broken clone?

There's nobody around.
Is he someone I've already met?
Or have I just not found
Someone as broken as me yet?

I am always wrong,
I say things that I don't mean.
*I do not love you.

Glaring at the sun as the sun glares back, losing sense of time, my minds lost track, words are all that's left as I piece them in my brain.

                     ˙ǝuɐsuᴉ ʎpɐǝɹlɐ ɯ,I
             ssǝupɐɯ sᴉɥʇ ʇɥƃᴉɟ ooʇ ǝʇɐl oʇ

I lie in bed at night
Wondering what it would be like
If I were dead
Not a very pleasant topic
I know
But important none the less

See, I don’t particularly want to die
In fact I quite like living
But sometimes
Sometimes you just wonder

Would they cry?
Would they share funny memories?
Would they know which poem I want read?
(It’s Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep)
Would they miss me?
And most importantly,
Would they remember me?

After a while
Would they still think of me?
Or would I become
A faded memory
That only comes up
When looking through old photos

It may sound selfish
But I want them to remember me
Every year on my birthday
I want them to feel sad for a minute
Because they miss me

Is that reasonable of me?
To want to be missed
And remembered
When I’m gone

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Summer—we all have seen—
A few of us—believed—
A few—the more aspiring
Unquestionably loved—

But Summer does not care—
She goes her spacious way
As eligible as the moon
To our Temerity—

The Doom to be adored—
The Affluence conferred—
Unknown as to an Ecstasy
The Embryo endowed—

i had the universe in my hands
but i dropped it because you are my universe

do you understand?


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