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Michael Humbert May 2015
Hatred, agony in your wake
You'll repent upon the stake
Flames licking clean your crime
Your memory forevermore in grime

Bite your tongue
Your song is sung
******* villain
Your guts are spilling
Michael Humbert May 2015
You kissed her on the cheek and still remember the way her eyes crinkled as she smiled
Maybe you did it because you just didn't know what to say
Maybe it was the last time you'd get to

It's the kind of kiss you still think about years later
A neural pathway dedicated to that snippet of time, firing, firing
Devastating and vivid
A chance to live it again and again
  May 2015 Michael Humbert
Rapunzoll
Love me so deeply it hurts
I want raw love,
Love that festers like an open wound
if left untreated

Crave me like a smoker
who can't quit their bad habits
I'll be your nicotine
If you keep coming back for more

Touch me like I'm the masterpiece
of the art museum
They tell you not to touch
but you can't resist

Experience me like a joy ride
a rare kind of high
Let our love kindle like a flame
don't let it blow out
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Michael Humbert May 2015
I'm a ******* mess
Such a ******* success
It's just an excess of unrest
Because nothing's really wrong

I watch the sunset and sip beer
And it's all just a bit queer
How I could really complain
Look upon with disdain
A life that's really not that ******* bad

The **** in your head is what'll do you in
The demons within, all dripping with sin
I just can't make peace, can't find a release
To try and grease this process along
Until I find a place where I belong
Michael Humbert May 2015
Whisper me sweet lullabies
Hold me tight and promise me
That I'll never have to live without you
10/3/14 draft I found this morning
Michael Humbert Apr 2015
Love is an illness for which we have no cure
We watch time compound it
We allow new lovers to bury it
But how do you forget how it felt to set your heart on fire with love's first kiss?
And how do you forget the inferno blazing in your innards when you lost everything?

There is this curious naïveté that falling in love anew will be your salvation
But how do you ever tread as carelessly ever again?
How do you venture into brambles unknown without apprehensive prudence infecting your every step?

There is no erasing what your hands and words have wrought
And there is no relief from any song daring to utter "love"

Love is your cross to bear
Your burden to carry
Your reminder that somewhere is a human being who means absolutely everything
Whose happiness is more important than yours
Who only deserves the best
Michael Humbert Apr 2015
Flesh firm ripe
Juices spilling
Carnal fruition
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