Too simple to mess up.
A narrative:

Thigh aching, body quaking, heart shaking breezes.
Tears can rack your eyes, trembling bones, cold stones
against blue toes.
Summer depression, sunshine heartache, shiny hot hellfire and:
-mourn-...
"mew" The kitten whispers.
Shaking laughter; Who could be sad?
Why did the kitten speak to the dawn?
Again:
Who could be sad at the thought of it, when you're crying out to the world
for a sign of major sorts
and a kitten, meek and small
mewls at the dawn
as you cry?
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To Larry. You're my sign...
-this has been in the works for a while and I've finally decided to post it as it is. Love ya, friend!

When I wake up I’m surrounded by the scent of his skin, the scent of cool rain and grass.
I can still feel the stinging near my spine,
but it's not as overpowering
as the nostalgia of the scents-
It's hard to hate a backstabber
when they were your backbone.

You wasted over a month
Of the life I never wanted
Making me believe
YOU DID.

*** of life, a grip!
Behold all who fall.
Wallowing in their shame, they do.
Watch, self pitiful: They all are.
Slow dancing down the hall, lying on life's shoulder.
Purple hues and white streaks. Health! I'm revitalized.
I awake.
And no longer vital.
Save me, for I've fallen.
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Short and Sweet.

The refresh button leaves my fingers sore
And my heart disappointed.

I could not find the words to describe
How your words were falsely unified.
In your brain, you plastered them together-
Hoping to win my heart back.

'I'm Sorry, I love you.'
Verbatim.

'She meant nothing, you mean the world to me.'
Verbatim.

Remember when these words slithered out
The time before,
And the time before that?

And I stand here, yet again like I'm on a loop.
Medusa won a staring contest with my soul
When I walked into our sanctuary and saw your
6" soul haunting her narrow corridor.

The walls shivered, our planets froze.
The starry colours left my sight.
I lost count of the moments between
You moaning 'I love you'
and her scream.

'I'm Sorry, I love you.'
Verbatim.

'She meant nothing, you mean the world to me.'
Verbatim.

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I'm losing sleep, missing pieces.
I cannot do anything but change it all.
The life we lived
Is a life I must continue to live-
Not as us. But as Me.


I dropped my paint and let it splatter-
Our once white walls are now splotched pink
and light blue.
Periwinkle and Bumble bee yellow.
Magenta and Orange-red.

MY WALLS SCREAM MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE-

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Our sheets are now my sheets-

But I hate the 100% cotton comforts
where we rolled and kissed and slept.

Where SHE arched HER back and came to me crying in the doorframe.

So I pour 3 fingers of whiskey as the ashes consume those thoughts.
I let the flames burn the grasses, dry the land, warm my heart.

MY sheets are pastel pink with white lace accents.

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Our home became mine and our **** became mine and our hearts stayed yours.
I am a cigarette ****, scathed, warm in mother nature's soil.
I am a rose ripped to petals left to trail the way to something.
I am warm milk at the end of the bottle that the child cannot drink.
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-I am soaking up the sun today-
-And for once, I am Okay-
-And I'm so glad you're gone-
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♡I'm Okay♡

My world is whispering
PRAYERS
For every lost soul
I could not
TOUCH,
Because I was
SO
Lost myself.

Inhaling clouds to excuse your lies;
High erupts in a fog of shattered and false hopes but only I,
and I am lonely as a drop of rain before the connect,
can hope to revive a high of shattered happiness.
Drop, cut, swoop down from your
pedestal of Narc and join society
before your shattered high of lies destroy your face and cut down your faith.
Join me before you bleed all your blood and fall(DOWN); In a heap you’ll lay.
Decay.
You’re destined to decay.

Smashing bricks, walls we built around us.
Gaurd our emotions! Before they are seen!
Don’t let us be discovered as damaged goods without a receipt-
Don’t let us be tossed...
I like coffee black and tea white as paper,
creamy misconceptions
and soul-shaded wake-up calls.
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I'm tired