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Owen Feb 2020
The world presses down,
and pushing back takes it's toll
on you.
It breaks you down,
you crumble,
pieces of body and mind
shear, flake, and tumble away
from your quivering self.
Everything hurts, eyes closing, mind numb, skin crawling.
Coated in sweat, earth, rain, fuel.
Gunpowder lines your lungs
filling your nostrils.
You long for a release.
Lifting the weight off your back,
to feel yourself float unburdened.
Water to run and renew you,
The hardest mattress a cloud above the chill ground.
Jean's like an old friend on fresh flesh that has forgotten denim.
The touch of a lover, long overdue.
Her soft skin on yours,
with lips so divine,
and a voice like honey.
You forget, for a while, the weight of the world, and all you need do,
is be.
You're set free.
Owen Feb 2020
The ledge can't be comprehended
by those who haven't been to it.
A rush of adrenaline,
pulsing through veins,
and a heart
that races to fit a lifetime of beats into final moments.
Primal, the body yearns to be preserved and is not concerned with the frantic panic, the ecstatic high in a suffocating mind. The end stares into you, freezes you, and you must accept your mortality, the scarcity of life, your insignificance.
One day, hour, minute away from ***** failure,
becoming so intune
with all elements that keep you in existence.
Feeling your life fading,
a sun set.
It is easy to go,
but so so hard to stay,
to survive.
If you know you know
Owen Feb 2020
I'll never really know
why she's chosen me
to love me
to know me.
to hold me up.
But I trust her.
With my heart,
my love,
my truth,
my pain,
my joy,
my passion,
I will give her all of me.
A flower,
so bewitching,
my eyes have never before held,
but will carry in my mind now forever.
She gives me love
like I will never know again.
It surrounds me and the world
knows it,
can practically touch it.
She's a mystery and I
could gladly spend my whole life trying to,
yet never,
solve her.
Effortlessly
She has drawn me in,
made me hers.
November twenty-ninth will never be
the same.
this poem just makes me laugh now
Owen Feb 2020
Not all at once.
Barely perceivable really.
But slowly,
things are getting better.
Balance restoring.
The tides ebb and flow.
Maybe it's you,
or it could be me,
or possibly we.
Resculpting each other.
Chiseling away at hearts of stone,
and sparking flames
to warm our bones.
Miles to go, mountains to climb,
rivers to cross.
Full lungs, blurry eyes.
Its a long road,
but It's gonna be fine.
Owen Feb 2020
I flew up to Chicago
for you.
I needed to see you
hear you
share your air.
I hoped to fall
in love
with you
while there.
Old friend.

But instead
I found a city of dreams,
lovers,
fidelity.
I held on to my hat and my chest
as the windy city swept me off my feet.
As I wished you'd let me sweep you off yours.
I tasted the heart of the town
heard its song,
was dazzled
by its waters, lights, people.
You belong here.
In this place
away from me, but forever in my memories.
I cant forget you
I've tried to
For so long.
But we are better off
apart.
As friends.
It hurts but its true.
I could never satisfy you
in this place.
I wish you the best,
Chicago is where I'll put us
to rest.
Owen Feb 2020
We are going to be okay.
Now that I know what it is to be loved by you, I could wait an eternity for our  moments together.
Every day I have with you ends far too soon.
Each day away from you, feels a lifetime.
This distance apart is our price to pay,
but we,
we'll always be worth it.
My heart is across this country.
Owen Feb 2020
But I lived,
awoke on a floor and just cried,
cause it didnt work.
I had to go back
to my mind, and grind,
everyday the rest of my life.
A routine of pain,
to feel normal inside.
Ghosts of me
haunt my memories.
Always my own worst enemy.
And I dont want lies
of sympathy.
Just let me feel some
sanity.
Just want to be loved
honestly.
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