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 Feb 2019 Hunter Taylor
Theo
Leave
 Feb 2019 Hunter Taylor
Theo
Save me this one last time.
Don't break me this time.
Take the heat away from me, like that time
You send away, leaving me behind.
Making me blind
Taking my mind
Away.
Save me from the war inside my head, at last.
But please, don't break me, at least one time.
I have already forgotten you.
I am a fool if I say that
I still love you,
You no longer matter to me
It's impossible that
I always remember our times together
I am already moving on;
It is a great lie when I say
I still miss you badly.
I must tell you what's in my heart.
Reverse Poem
 Feb 2019 Hunter Taylor
Tanya
A drop
     which falls
                  in the sea,
                              becomes
                                      
              sea.
          〰️〰️〰️
   〰️〰️〰️
         〰️〰️〰️
   〰️〰️〰️
to my Ukrainian friend.
 Feb 2019 Hunter Taylor
grace
time
 Feb 2019 Hunter Taylor
grace
I want to hold his hand
I want to call him mine
He says not tomorrow
But if not then, than when
 Feb 2019 Hunter Taylor
Tanay
Rain on me,
I have been longing to be free.
Lost in my world, needlessly.

Rain on me,
I am tired of fighting but I will not sleep.
I refuse to be reigned and I refuse to be a sheep.

Rain on me
and show me the way.
This place is empty and I cannot stay.

Rain on me
because it has been too long.
I am sick and tired of pretending to be strong.

Rain on me,
I want to see the lightning pierce the sky.
As the thunder roars and the clouds fly.

Rain on me.
Let the winds take my mind to another land.
No one needs to know and no one needs to understand.
Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018. All Rights Reserved.
 Feb 2019 Hunter Taylor
Onoma
an entire

snowstorm's

the ashes of

a self-combusted

angel.

a single pride-swell

too close to

Luciferian aspiration.
 Feb 2019 Hunter Taylor
dadens
between you and me,
i'm still rooting for us.

maybe not in this lifetime,
but in the end.
© d.a.dens
 Feb 2019 Hunter Taylor
M
And here we are
the end.

Five years running
and nothing to show

except the slowed
platonic love

and tired
texts

and an absence
of what once was

Except you don't know
do you

know that I'm
leaving us

know that I'm
panicked

into wondering
if I'm behind in
people

experiencing people

I feel I'm at a loss
with you

because we met each other
too soon

and now I'm just pointed bones

and you are the sun

and I'm greedy
for still wanting a piece of you

But I am burnt

The End.
I didn't think I'd write this kind of poem about you.

— The End —