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Inside trickles of time and distant pasts
I’ve walked this crooked path
Each long and gnarly trail
Unearth hidden truths within the shale

Oceans unleashing tyranny
Expose the mangled mind
Rushing rivers cleanse swiftly
Into the lake of clarity to transform me

Raindrops create the ripples
Distorting our perfect reflection
Shifting the eyes of perception
For the sake of Evolution

We seek to conquer the Mountain
Before we find the ground
Forgetting the richness within the soil
Is the foundation that makes her whole

As I am this crooked path
The trickles of time and recent past
I take flight as the wind is free
And softly whisper to me;

You are the crash within each wave
The ripple inside each drop of rain
You are each question within your doubting
And the richest soil within the mountain
12/2/16
The thought of you makes me sick.
Knowing that you're still here,
It feels like you're always at my back.
Like there's whiskey breath down my neck.

I mistake other girls for you.
Wavy dark hair,
Heavy-handed makeup,
I wonder if they regret their faces
Like I do.

In the pit
Of my stomach,
I am empty.
Feasting on whatever
Sweet nothings I can gather.

After you left me,
Hungry.
I am slow to eat,
To sleep...
With a girl
Would be to
Replace you...

I wish

I had never met you.
Every day
I am betrayed
By want.

I lust for
The best of you
And I hate
The rest.

Part of me still loves you.
And that's the part I hate.
I try to abandon her,
But she is relentless.

I reach for lipless faces
And my kisses fall, tasteless.

I look for eyes across a room,
And find my sight
Fades to black.

The crook in my nose
Cracks open.
All I smell is rust.

I cannot face you.

My face goes numb.
My skin is see-through.
People are asking me
If I'm sick.
she encourages me to draw the curtains
i'm on her couch for an hour or so
explaining to me that, "all men aren't serpents."
even if he's slithered in my bed... around my throat

reminds me, "isolation is a birdcage
he'll never know you if you're ruffled and shy"
yet, i cannot find the courage to engage
my craving for adventure is... out of supply

she listens to stubborn reasoning and woe
allows me to sit in unanswered silence
she's heartening every wednesday even though
my distaste for growth is shown through defiance
For myself

It's been a while. Growing is hard. Opening myself up is even harder.
Sun
Did you know that if you catch the early morning sun at precisely the right moment as she rises demurely in the sky, a tear will dry before it even leaves the eye?
I love when you here also love missing you
I love having you and love losing you
I love everything occupying my space
like your place in my heart

I love but hate the opposite of the word love
I love being me: That's how I feel around you
I love the possibility of us being forever
Love keeps me and you in the now or never possibilities*

I love it when my words abundantly are attached to to you
I would die just to love you in another life

I'd cheat
Be dishonest
Be untrustworthy and disloyal
Just to make our love perfect

I love the word love
It revolves around you
Add another filter to reflect the appearance of beauty,
(Maybe the attention will bring a new start?)
So layer the chemicals in an attractive way
And mask that inadequate heart.
I miss you
// 12:40 am //
message not sent

it's been six years, please come back.
// 2:00 am //
message not sent

the voices are getting louder and you're fading away.
// 4:00 am//
*message not sent
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