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You move in like a rainstorm, lightning strikes
And thunder rolls, just close enough to touch
My blushing red heart swiftly ignites
With your cool hello and soft playful nudge

The sparks in your smile flicker and fly
Keep your eyes on me, whisper soft and slow
Our friendship flared up like flames against sky
You captivate me like a campfire glow

But if I get too close, will the flames hurt,
Or will it collapse into dust and ashes?
I only wanted warmth, not to be burned
By the fierce heat of fiery flashes

I still hold a flame, deep in my chest
With the burns that you left, along with regret.
Don't worry darling,
When I push you away,
I promise,
You won't feel a thing.

I'll be the one,
To burn in the fire,
The smoke,
Causing my eyes to sting.

I know it's for the better,
I'm a burden,
Don't you see?

I promise I won't blame you,

Who would want to be around me?
I promise I won't blame you,
I don't have the guts to leave.
In my diluted youth,
I used to believe,
our world was perfect.

Spending so many nights,
dreaming with my eyes open,
imagining the impossible,
and creating a parallel universe,
in which I was his to hold..

But like everything else,
my thoughts were
ultimately flawed.

My heart had written its own story,
*a fiction.
Her lips had turned,
A harsh shade of blue,
Her protruding veins,
Deep purple.

"I'm shaking"

She mumbled,
Nervous hand stretched out,
And trembling,
like a wilting flower.

"No wonder"

I thought,
Wrapping my arms,
Loosely around her pale limbs,
Not wanting to catch her chill.
I could only watch,
As you trundled into,
Your ever draining,
Sleepless slumber.

I could only watch,
As your swollen red eyes,
Clouded over with,
A tearful mist

I could only watch,
As your blank complexion,
Grew darker than,
The blackest night.

I can only watch,
Her take hold of your heart,
And crush it,
Like a bulldozer.
hands made of stone
heart made of rubber

eyes full of tears
shoes full of dirt

kicked to the curve, covered in rocks
eyes becomes a waterfall, heart bent out of place
cozy and protective
arms of warmth
wrapped around a bundle of mess
about to self destruct

safe and sound
feelings of comfort and enjoy
wrapped inside a bundle of wonder and perfection

my wonderwall
my comfort
my security
my happiness
my lust
my everything
my sweater
There's a shadow hanging over me
belonging to the me
I was supposed to be.
I squirm to lose this shadow
because it is following
a ghost of me.
Looming languidly and large
it mimics my movements with melancholy.
I hide in the dark
so it won't find me.

— The End —