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  Sep 2017 somberbitch
Kyle Dal Santo
It feels good when someone likes your pain.
Funny concept, isn't it?
To feel so fulfilled when you're congratulated for your wounds?
When you're celebrated for your tears,
commended on your scars,
applauded for your broken heart.
A creator is enslaved to his art,
the art is enslaved to his pain.
Without the hurting, the art just doesn't feel real.
It's a gimmick, just some pretty words.
Pain is the proper seal of approval.
The certificate of authenticity
You can't spell paint brush without pain.
Pain is the most vibrant color
The unbreakable pencil.
Heartache is the sharpest camera lens.
The ink runs darker when there's blood added.
Love is better remembered when it's broken.
Happiness is more vivid after it's taken away.
Loved ones become more loving after they're gone.
Love interests stay beautiful in the past.
The best *** improves with time
Good memories age like wine.
I'd love to make happy art,
I'd love to smile when I spill my memories
Be nice to just write because I can.
Pain is just more interesting.
Darkness the better work light.
Misery the better Muse.
Kyle D.
somberbitch Sep 2017
Corners gleam,
as the cloak of transparency offers shelter.
Sunshine glazes over coffee cups,
the warm orange glow coating the smiles of strangers.
A land full a promise so feebly hidden away,
screaming for destruction.

Laughter fills the room as vibrations and auras
distract from a world full of animosity,
a temporary dome lasting just one more sunset.
somberbitch Aug 2017
With anticipation in the air and my body shaking, i waited for what felt like an eternity.
As you finally appeared through the darkness,
i was speechless.
My eyes took in your entire being, whilst i couldn't help but feel as if i was among a stranger.
You embraced me with love and an overwhelming feeling that brought a hesitancy i vaguely remember upon first knowing you.
You were different, or maybe I,
and I wasn't sure how to feel about it.
You welcomed me in and I followed, slowly re-entering a life so blurry to me now, and things began to click again.

As the day went on, you brought such kindness and love to make me feel at home.
I felt as though I was living in the dreams that consumed my mind all the nights we were apart.
But with all the good that came, the parts i blocked from my memory soon took its turn.
Content with life and ready for a good time, you embraced the company of friends that awaited you,
with only my presence serving as a divider.
You looked at me with anticipation, making me feel as if cutting this reunion short was my only option before a nightmare i learned to hate so much began, and i was stuck.
I gravitated to the door as the smiles in the room repelled me, and you walked me out.
You seemed rushed, with a sort of sadness in your eyes i could not identify, as you hugged me goodbye and quickly went inside,
Leaving me more alone then i was that morning.
somberbitch Jul 2017
i hate you.
i hate that i care more deeply than you,
and miss more thoroughly.
i hate that you have substances.
i hate that substances make you tolerate a life without me.
i hate being away from you.
i hate that you don't even notice the time that passes when you're away.
i hate loving you,
Because i know it isn't the same for you.
i hate you.
somberbitch Jul 2017
Comfort eases into the room as
Your embrace offers what you feel i desire,
Yet i lay with a lingering emptiness that consumes me.

Comfort radiates shallowness,
Which houses the distant that are occasionally granted a turn to peek through the curtains.
Comfort's stench offers a cheap line to conclude nothing can be done to lead to a solution.
Comfort, in turn, concludes to love with limitations.
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