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Oskar Erikson Apr 2017
Keep on chasing:
after-images.
Oskar Erikson Apr 2017
BUT IS THAT NOT LOVE?
TO LIVE
OFF ANOTHER'S HAPPINESS,
TO SIT ON AN EMPTY STOMACH
FULL AND CONTENT
KNOWING YOU GAVE IT YOUR ALL.
BUT IS THIS NOT LOVE?
Oskar Erikson Apr 2017
It's been an honour to break in front of you silently again and again but I've started to think that maybe it's lost it's intended effect-I mean you can only watch someone pick up the broken pieces and promise  it'll never feel hurt again just to crush them in palms that will never hold another's hand and feel them squeeze back without the blood slipping them just out of reach but not really-

a couple of times.
then it just seems desperate.
Oskar Erikson Mar 2017
on my hand there's a scar,
that tooth imprinted love
of when my hand cupped your face
biting out: "this isn't enough."
Oskar Erikson Mar 2017
this is a small mercy.
to sit in darkened rooms,
plugged into a sad song
clutching at concerns midst a haze of distraction

waiting

for You to pierce it.

tear right through the walls
the pillows
the headphones
straight to the skull.

this is a small mercy.
the only one left.
so I wait.
Oskar Erikson Mar 2017
-bitten love;
tasting someone else
just to spit them
out.
Oskar Erikson Mar 2017
It's cold and warm but neither really wants to connect which is understandable really who wants to give 100%
so go back and forwards it's rocking horse hopes and flag posted dreams fluttering in the grey breeze named
"Memory."
it's not forgetting to remember,
it's about remembering to **forget.
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