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Silent numbness
Wiping the cleansing bitter water from my face
Wishing it was tranquil tears of loving something or someone too much
Or the chilled morning rain trickling down my nose
Closing my damp lashes
Drifting to a distant far away galaxy
Only to wake up and start over
Once again
She was like a rainbow
But yet so grey
She was full of diseased love
But as beautiful as a dove
Full of festerous denial
Tainted by a guy named Kyle
What the hell did he do
He took away her color
One after another
Her body physically aches...
from loving;
from heartbreak.
How is it possible...
to have so much love in heart,
as it's breaking?
Breathing in...
with anxious hope.
Breathing out...
with reality.
Fixed
Fixed on something
Someone
That has so much
Power
Over me
But
Shouldnt
And wouldn’t
If
I was fixed
On
Myself
I gleam
I gleam...
With knowing I dont think about you
Every

Day

Hour

Minute

Of my life.
It's beautiful
To learn to
Love myself
Focus on myself
Dream for myself
Be
MYSELF
Without
YOU
You inspire me
Not beautifully
You inspire me with deep unconditional hate
Which breaks me down
To build myself up again
Once more

Thank you *inspiration
Lost
But lost in the thought of you
So I'm fine with it
Listening doesn't always mean understanding
- Listening could mean getting lost in your own thought of tranquility
- Or even your own devastational whir
- Listening doesn't have to be with your ears
- Just the exhaustion of emptiness that outlines your skull;
- Or even the numbness that conquers every length from spine to external excellence of your mind;
- Gliding from one emotion to another could be the loudest transaction without making a single clamor;
- Listening doesn't always mean understanding
- But the utter perplexity of ones thoughts drowning in the sound of nothingness.
By Macee L
Am I dieing inside?
Teeth clenched
Jaw locked
Is this pain real?
Stomache wrenching
Face beating
Does time really heal?
Feet planted
Eyes focused
No.
Nothing can heal the tragic love I have for you.
Untitled
Is the name
Of this poem
Well
I feel
Untitled
To

Life

Love

Happiness

Sorrow

I feel
Untitled
To be
Untitiled

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