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Oskar Erikson Apr 2017
Even if i bleed a little;
at least I'll taste something we share.
Oskar Erikson Apr 2017
pack up your clothes
remove your scent
this bed can be remade
this heart will be unbent
Oskar Erikson Apr 2017
Bite down
the stem of bitterness.
Drain it dry.
Think not
of sweetness.
Think of love
as a lie.
Oskar Erikson Apr 2017
6am mornings
With little to truly say,
so let's lie here waiting
For the sun to slip away.
Oskar Erikson Apr 2017
you know when you walk
into a room and forget your aim?
its a good comparison.
sometimes to hold your gaze has me thinking

"why am I here again?"
Oskar Erikson Apr 2017
Shall I Compare Thee,
To A Winter's Moon?
Standing Brightly Among Stars;
Bleak Bone Against Blackened Hue.
Oskar Erikson Apr 2017
-The sea does not roar out of grief; it just longs to be whole-

Sit down. Please.
You know who finite we are?
Of course you do.
we can all taste it at the back of our throats*
And too many times I have wished to taste it for you;
but you always said that was your burden to bear.
You Liar.

Sometimes I think I am the Sea:
splintered apart, drifting
aimlessly.
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