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I wish I could expell
This wild beast from my chest,
This bottomless well,
Merciless tempest.
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It roars and screams
For things it can't get:
Insubstantial dreams,
Uncollected debt.
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And it isn't fair
That efforts mean naught;
When all is laid bare -
Love can't be bought.
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I long and I ache,
At the mercy of fate,
Its give and take,
The cruelest bait.
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The suffocating need
To not be alone,
Unrelenting greed,
Scathing to the bone.
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It rakes its claws deep
Through my ribcage,
Makes me weep,
Helpless with rage.
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Its loathsome fury,
Feral with want,
My judge and jury,
Inescapable haunt.
.
And it makes me think
That it's you I'm missing,
But it's really that link,
That has me reminiscing.
.
And I tried with such ardor
To find it once more,
But it's getting harder,
And my soul is sore.
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Tired of hoping
And letdowns, in vain,
Tired of coping
With this constant pain.
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If I were not godless
Surely I would pray
To finally convalesce,
To just get away.
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16.04.2025.
The last outpost of all there is,
muted colors of Rome burning;
my vast love no longer his,
looted, suffocated yearning.
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It came sudden like lightning,
shook like spring thunder;
the flame of anger biting,
ripping me asunder.
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I'm free, but displaced,
carried by a hurricane;
my tears - a waste,
buried with the pain.
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And now, just emptiness,
stretching over scorched planes,
all-too-quiet heaviness,
poison in my veins.
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I stand by its headstone,
this monumental thing,
mangled to the bone,
now dead and rotting.
.
Though finally I know:
there's no going back,
my feet fail to go -
paralysis attack.
.
Dismantled, worn down,
seared to the core,
managed not to drown,
but passed out on the shore.
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And so, I wait, still silent,
for time to **** this last moment.
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02.03.2025.
(for G. and me)
If only I could hate you, just a bit -
the lonely nights would hurt less;
It's always late when memories hit,
no trace of light in the darkness.
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There won't be another love like this,
rare as diamonds in the ground;
I wish to join the abyss,
hide where I'll never be found.
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Our broken edges used to fit
together like a hand and glove,
and I doubt I'll ever find it,
another gift from above.
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No one else before or after,
has come close to what you were;
Silver bells of your laughter,
Pierce my heart still, like a burr.
.
You're gone, you've moved on,
living life as if we never were;
I'm on my own, a wounded fawn,
days merging in a blur.
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I want to hate you, I swear,
you haunt me against my will,
yet foolishly, I still care;
a dark void nothing can fill.
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I fall and fall, ever deeper,
crawl to try and escape,
you are my own Reaper,
eternal shadow in your shape.
19.02.2025.
(for G.)
Haley Harrison Dec 2024
I'm made of cobwebs, shaded grays,
echos faded by the murky streetlight;
Festive blobs signal the holidays -
and ricochet off me into the night.
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A thick, dull fog 'tween me and them,
a brick wall no one can see;
seamless weights in my hem,
and dust inside what used to be me.
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And then there's you, a year away,
waisted tears, and prayers null;
an end thought for each void day,
a whisper-scratch in my old hull.
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The words avoid me, skittish things,
like birds that flutter fragile wings;
the right ones are only fledglings,
too young for new beginnings.
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And I wish that I could care for cold,
worn out flat 'tween mortar and pestle,
a forlorn growth ring in a tree of old,
trapped inside a rotting vessel.
.
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17.12.2024.
(for G. And for me, I guess)
Haley Harrison Nov 2024
Let me make my own mistakes,
and let me learn from them.
As ice freezes over lakes,
I will harden like a gem.
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I don't regret leaving my heart out
to get scorched, crack in the cold;
a lesson needed to sow doubt,
to make caution take a hold.
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I've learned, I've grown
through the pains;
I am now more my own,
experience in my veins.
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And now I don't even feel the break:
like a computer gone offline;
a reboot needed just to make
this new update truly mine.
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I will survive, I always do -
my shipwrecks an eternal theme -
and I'll re-surface, start anew,
with new stitching along the seam.
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05.08.2024.
(for me)
Haley Harrison Nov 2024
Home, for me, was never a place;
That comfort and safety aren't tied to a space -
for me it's the people, and emotions they bring:
a hallowed steeple, a hymn to sing.
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Since you left I've been homeless,
- a wandering wreck -
no refuge nor address,
a stone 'round my neck.
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My friends have homes,
and I'm a welcome guest,
yet my soul still roams:
a traveler with no quest.
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And my friends are springs,
fresh, clear, and pure,
but for one who is starving,
water's no cure.
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I hunger, my love, for your lips on mine,
Heavens above, grant me a sign.
This beaten-down husk, this wretched shell,
A shadow in dusk, for you unwell.
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31.05.2024.
(for G.)
Haley Harrison Aug 2024
Against all common sense,
you still give me butterflies;
I want to tell you without pretense
how my heart for you sighs.
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My fingers hover over the phone,
indecisive, nervous, cringing;
Since you left I'm so alone,
a kingdom without a king.
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Words, my usual weapons of choice,
fail me when it comes to you.
I fear you'll forget my voice,
our nights; move on to someone new.
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It's hard. It's frustrating,
this near-constant low;
Missing you, contemplating,
screaming into a pillow.
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And memories, little ones,
just flashes of that high,
Bittersweet firefly-suns
of the days you were nigh.
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These crumbs of text,
an occasional voice note,
Starving till the next,
Hungering for what you wrote.
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I need you, I love you so
embarrassingly much,
Your smile, your eyes of doe,
the fire of your touch.
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And yet it gets caught in my throat,
the selfish begging for your return;
so I just pray, in silence,
as I continue to burn.
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01.08.2024.
(for G.)
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