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The relationship I used to have lasted over a year.
The whole time, it was one sided.
I'm never felt more neglected, hurt, taken advantaged of, and inferior,
Now that I haven't contacted him for two weeks,
And he's begging for attention,
Makes me feel empowered for once.
This morning, joyful.
My subconscious, sleeping brain struck a good joke,
One so jolly I awoke.

My dreams are clean again.
No pain. ♥
...------...
Don't write me ******* poetry

The love that helps a knight traverse a mountain
Yeah,
well you don't have the words for that
the passion that curls toes
just doesn't sound the same when you describe it
'nice'
is not a romantic word
niether is
'I wanna *******'
but the way you
do it;
yeah...
I feel a
significant
degree
of death
before

I
live
i am afraid we have begun to dissociate,
unable to dissolve, I dissipate

we lavish emotion, laugh laudably
and cry with our larynx ripped out of our throats

i just need a little attention

'cause it's midday
and the midwife has a migraine,
with spoiled milk and clogged drains,
laundry a mile-long with tenuous children
tense with grimace and gray

we believe uncertainty for the hopeless and expectations for the great

the subtle hum
followed by slithering smirks
followed by snarls and sneers and weird sober
social experiments,
followed by small town dramas
and big time hypocrites.
(C) Shang
If I were your old flames
Would both legs and your heart fall open now?
You disregard me.
So of heat and foreign bodies
I'll take your words for gold
And be cut loose
On the run I go

Lariat still worn of course
In ill hope you come around
But I hope
They wreck me
Before you do
midnight on the beach, you and me
we were stunned at how many stars we could see
you were cuddled up next to me
with a blanket on our bare feet
off in the distance, we could see lightning from the heat
we imagined the flashes were the product of what we were creating
I scout the surroundings with a flashlight
to ease your mind from the blackness of the night
you are safe around me
there was no one to our left and no one to our right
we lay back and stare up at the ring reflecting light
around the moon, which looked like an eye
staring down, directly at me and you
you held tight with your hand in mine
and as the wind blew
I realized
you were an angel and the eye was God
watching what I do
and as an atheist, I was left confused
but I already knew
I noticed your wings the moment I met you
My legacy --
What will it be?
Flowers in spring,
The cuckoo in summer,
And the crimson maples
Of autumn...
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