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Trisandry Aug 2017
Bittersweet memories
All of you that's left to me
The way your heart used to beat
Down within your chest so deep
I could only hear it
When held so tight I couldn't breathe
Because it did not beat for me.

I've loved you til I've cried
But now it's only stupid pride
That keeps me here and by your side
When I should really go.
Maybe it is just time to go.
I can never love her like you do.

You do what's best for the you
You think she wants you to be
While mocking the every time
I do what's best for me.
I love you more than ever
Without reason, rhyme, or why
But I think that we'd be better
If you were you, without I.

Maybe I'll return
To do your chores, lay at your feet
Maybe she'll be yours
Make you take the option you gave me.
Maybe I'll be stronger then
To reaist your hold so warm.
Maybe you'll be kinder then
And even listen to my words.
Trisandry Jul 2017
Lastly, the Muse from heaven speaks-
Rousing words, all on their feet
But none shall hear (she will not say)
The truth stays silent here, today
Her tongue but twists upon the words
They lie, they lie! They lay
Sombre in timid repose
Hiding is the gore in her veins,
Withered wicked flames.
Not a single voice to them clings
And so they hear only the lies they need
The truth buried again on silver wings.
A muse, an angel, tarnished so!
She cries the lies far and wide
To heathens she calls, she rallies them all!
And they hear her, they dream her, they eat her insides
The poison words flow with honey and lye
She dies softly and slowly with calm in her eyes
Through lungs aflame, the truth on her tongue,
Silent she lies and silent she dies.
Doth perish the muse.
Trisandry Jul 2017
The more people treat me like an idiot
The more I feel like an idiot
The more I think I'm an idiot
The more I am an idiot.
Readable from the bottom up as well
Trisandry Jun 2017
Minutes of silence eclipse your desire
To argue the necessity
Of stealing her away from her home
But the resentment burns brighter
Each day you can't have her
But it's not like you haven't known
She won't run to you with alacrity
This girl you call your fire.

You brood in silent darkness
With the words she may never say
Holding me closer the more you want her
I can't come close to holding her place
You say with regret writ clear on your face
And then you hide your thoughts in meter
Saving me feom that which you won't say,
The truth is that you want to end this.

Her or you, something has to change.
You're not the only one wasting away.

— The End —