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  Mar 2022 Wise Young Pervert
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What you see is before you
is a groaning animal that has
forgotten it used to be human

With flowing words,
simply seeking the pleasures of being,
and an immense love to pour

By god,
I could have sworn that
I have felt the joy of living once

But now, I cannot bare
the agonizing sound
of my beating heart
A nod to Osamu Dazai
If you go too far beyond reach
Your memory will rest on my mind
And I will take the time to preach
Of the euphoria I seem to always find
Though your presence I cannot grasp
What you left behind will always remain
And in your hand's place mine I will clasp
In hopes that one day I'll find you again on a distant domain
To you my distant valentine.
The last words I heard as her life is slipping out of her grasp
Is the irony caused by my weakness in the past

"I'll lay out your punishment foolish boy.
Live. Go find a reason to live.
So when you're afraid of death again,
You are finally ready and allowed to die."
Amidst all the things unfolding anew
My only wish is I wish I hadn't lost you
I hope you'll end up in the hands of an artist that will continue to make you shine
Someone who'll treasure and build you up
Who shares the same dream as mine
You were beat up, bruised, wounded, and far from perfect back then
Then I wished for God to take away pieces of me and stitch you whole again
And boy did you shine, ravishingly, into an art that enamored me
But you got so beautiful the heavens decided you're no longer for me
So only for a while, let me abhor you for the tears in the wake of your leaving
Because how could I ever truly hate the masterpiece I painstakingly made an effort in creating
I hope you'll end up in the hands of an artist that will continue to make you shine.
Learning to forgive you is an emotional roller coaster
You slip through my thoughts every now and then
I think of times when I wished our love we can always foster
Reminisce the warmth of those memories over and over again
But as I tread the fine line between acceptance and rage
I oftentimes end up in tears when you stay in my head
But the chapters we both wrote are worth every page
And I relive every word as I lie awake in bed
I miss you.
But I can't hold you back anymore. Letting you go was the hardest I've ever dealt. Still holding out hope that you'd come back, but I've also learned to accept that you're gone forever.
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