i.
there's something melancholy,
something tragically beautiful
about loving someone who doesn't love you

ii.
there is a certain sadness
of bleeding for someone who
wouldn't even shed a tear for you

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and there is a certain romance
to reaching out and falling to the floor
and falling for you and crying silent storms
of unexpected kisses and warm hugs.

I am a timeline of everything I've ever known.
It's copied onto thirty-five pieces of blank paper
and revealed to you in that mundane history course
that everyone naps through.

I can't deny
that among the black waves,
I've seen a sea star or two.
But I seem to be devoutly colorblind
to the silver linings that outline
what I've gone through.

You can't disguise your drowning,
nor can you swim to shore.
You just have to hope
that no one knows what to look for.

As Poets we tend to find beauty in the horrid.
We put fear in love but still
fall for it.
Far from the beauty and the beast
we find beauty in the beast.
Like a double homicide, suicide
And a love letter left behind;
  
"How could you! if I love you even now when I contemplate our deaths I still want to be laid a rest by your side. As for him, his body can burn and be turned to ashes. Or should he be buried in a open casket thirty feet deep so the heat can moist the skin and help it rot  away. The stink for the filth he is. Let the dirt cover up what the worms and the magets will eat. God please for give me for the actions I will shortly take, yet these are not my sins. You showed me the path of peace but today the devil over took me. If you can't find it in you to forgive me then then you're not righteous.  She is my wife and not even in death we'll be apart."

That love is so deep it cut through the skin swift like a samurai sword. No pain as the blood gushed from the neck like it hit a vein. Love so strong it sprung hate... so deep that pierced through the skin with a double edge knife. Not once not twice but thirty-three times as if death was sent by christ. Not one cut was precise.
That's the beauty in poetry
As two body lay a rest
Floor covered in red
Sirens approach
In blood he writes
If Picasso would had never displayed his art the world would had never known him
A bullet in the magnum
As he laid next to his wife
kissed her with trembling lips one last time
Digged the gun deep into his mouth
So far deep he gagged then
plaow.
Last bit of blood splatter

The beauty of love and hate
A poet a artist master-take is finding beauty in death as in life.

You were a dream
A dream that I wish to come true
A dream that I hope becomes reality
A dream that I can only imagine
A dream that I can only sigh on

You were a dream
A dream that only appears in fantasies
A dream that only happens in fairy tales
A dream that my mind creates
A dream that my being prays for

You were a dream
I just wish it could be more than that
I earnestly pray to the heavens
That you could be mine
And I can be yours

But you are just a dream
There may be a chance
But it cannot guarantee
A beautiful ending
A happily ever after

You were a dream
A dream that will forever be one
A dream that will never come true
A dream that won't become reality
And it pains me to know this cruel truth

I was laying in your bed
waiting for you to come jump in
I put on some music, of course my favorite song
wondering what was taking you so long
finally you walk through the door
and I couldn't wait to kiss you more.
you slowly walk over, but instead of laying on your bed
you grabbed my hand instead.
you pulled me in close and we started to dance
which I swear to god, put me in a trance.
Our song came on and you whispered every word in my ear
soft enough for just me to hear.
Your hands on my hips, mine in your hair
that's when I knew, we had something rare.
We danced and danced, you spun me around and dipped me down
We were holding each other so close, as if we would never let go.
In those moments, we were infinite
I wish we had never finished.
When the song was over, you kissed my lips.
Oh god did you kiss my lips. you kissed me like you were suffocating and I was the only air you needed.
you picked me up and layed me on your bed.
you kissed my forehead and made your way to my neck.
You found my ear and whispered slowly "I'm in love with you."

i remember that night
we snuck into
the abandoned house
next door
with my father's liquor
and your mother's cigarettes
after we had too much
to drink
you took a drag
and finally spoke
"how cruel
is it
for someone
to leave
just like that
and never
come back"
it wasn't until morning
when i realized
you weren't
talking
about
the building

I hate you.
Almost as much as I love you.
I've been fantasizing about stabbing you in the legs the way I used to fantasize about kissing your face.
I thought that I had one person I could always count on,
I just knew you'd never betray me.
Guess I was wrong.

You broke my heart,
I want to break your spine.
You make the worst ex ever, and now you're mine.

I want to hurt you the way you hurt me.
I want to stuff glass into your arteries.
I want you to stop saying you're sorry.
I want you to invent a time machine,
So this'll never've happened.
So neither of us will've learned this lesson.

"Darling you're the world to me"
"My love, you make me so happy"
What an idiot I was to believe these things.
Now you've got me writing slam poetry
Because I figure it's better than murdering you-
And that little ***** you ****** too.

You were drunk!
You felt alone,
You were confused,
And guess who was right there to comfort you?
That's no excuse.
I sure hope going down on someone new,
Was worth throwing that rare and beautiful thing we had away.
I never knew someone could hurt me this way.
Oh and by the way, I hate you.