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Swiftly prancing
Around the ballroom
My putrid soul
Watches,
Prowls,
****** stains
Marked on my attention grabbing
Dress
The ones who came before,
Fooled by the lust in their hearts
Now have passed
With beautiful red running down their chest
Their fullest love
Mine to claim.
And here comes 2,
No, 3 more
Wanting my
Essence
Don’t they know?
I’m here for theirs.
The muffled screaming
And desperate pleading
A little too addictive

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Expectations
Are a funny thing
Some, have seen you work hard, be strong
High expectations
Others, you’ve hurt, shown little effort
Low expectations
In the end both can rip you apart
Especially the expectation inside your heart
Whatever it may be,
Your life can be consumed
With the goal of reaching
An expectation.
Your life,
One huge
Expectation

A butterfly
Flying,
Soaring,
Through the maleficent garden
Not afraid like the others,
Who burrow in the ground
And choose to live on the dark side of the moon
No, instead this one chooses to see
The little star
Shining
In the darkest of voids,
A butterfly destined for the highest of trees
The most charming of buds
This light however,
Has shown too bright
Blinding the butterfly from those
Burrowed in the ground,
Who brought it to its grave, unapologetically.
A sad day, where every petal of every flower,
Would droop
Where the sky,
Blemished by its death
Would pour rain upon the soil
A time in which every member of the garden
Would yearn for another
To show them the smallest star
In the darkest of voids,
Throughout this maleficent garden.

A poet once said:
grief is the overflowing of love.
I didn't believe her then.

But now as I pour my love,
In to your tea cup heart,
It overflows.

Pints... no,
Gallons.
Gallons of my love onto the floor.
It goes unnoticed,
Because your cup is full.

I wish I could give you all my love.
I wish you could accept it.
I wish it didn't hurt to watch it overflow.
I wish above all,
I knew how to stop pouring.

Thunder struck, melted to the core

A bond that lasts longer than any muck fire

Even when aspiration is bound to expire

Together, we’ll remain

two wounded soldiers at war