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I am left yearning to drown,
When smothered in your love.
Breath, breath is optional,
I live off of your love.

Addiction, obsession, craving,
Need, you are need,
So I repeat the same words back to you,
Drown me.
Tools for poetry
Pen , paper , empathy
Wit , emotion too.
I miss watching your words,
always carefully chosen,
light up my screen.

I miss your laugh,
the way it was slightly different,
when you were talking to me.

I miss your face,
always carefully controlled,
even when I knew you were itching to smile.

I miss you.
A reminder of an ex-lover?
An unstitched wound?
An uninvited guest?
An unbearable pain?

All the unanswered questions
haunt me now day and night.
Sunday flies in on a broomstick
ready to pick a fight
and I'm in the thick of it
getting pig sick of it
what the hell happened
last night?

There's mail for the present incumbent
known to be rather a dumb gent
he just sent for security
and they aim to get rid of me

they'll probably hit my ear

hah.
Can I stop making mistakes,
'Cause it's what makes me hate
myself....more and more.
I know it's in my nature, but
there's a creature
crawling inside my brain.
I want to hold myself,
scratching my skin to the bone.
Can I just vanish in dreams
and never return?
I am scared of everything.
The question always lingers:
What if I can't make it?
What if... I can't?
Pain, anxiety, emotions
 Jun 15 The last Poet
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You shan’t seek
Love in lust,
Just as you can’t draw
Nectar from a rose’s trust.

For desire is not love,

And all love is not desired.
Finally putting it in a poem
She curled up her fingers
In mine
Read my mind
My heart screamed
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