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rook Aug 2015
drag me down into you
my soul was never a place in which i found comfort; too dark
too empty
but yours will suit me perfectly
let me coexist within you,
our own minds cohabit in peace and warmth
and then run
because you'll find out before long
that all i do is lie
lie
lie
rook Aug 2015
my heart aches
in midnight summer i dont feel the silence you've left,
but i see what was once ours
in the evening breeze.
i spent years wandering around in the
void space
of my own heart, and i ran into you.
if you had played your cards right, i would still
revere you --
hold you in that special place only those of your kind have ever been.
but you stretched me too thin.

and now you're all alone, once again.
again, *******
rook Aug 2015
in empty halls i find solace
sitting on the floor
         head against the wall
                    eyes shut to the cracking plaster
i hear my heartbeat; signs of an ear infection,
from hearing all that black smoke you call
conversation.
legs crossed, i wait, head bobbing in a sea of
hit the heartbrakes
biding my time
enjoying the brief moments of forgetfulness, when i can sleep, ignoring
each
       buzz
               of your mind.
Once was enough, but I've always been too nice.
and now it's time to finally pay
that price.
******* and **** your abuse spencer; old poem from early june.
rook Jun 2015
eyes.
bright and making me think that
maybe
brown eyes aren't so bad
a nose, perfectly sculpted; and the lithe figure of an athlete
stretching out for leagues
a mouth
wide and always moving
a voice reminding you of darkness --
-- the comfortable kind;
you bet he gives the best hugs,
because
his laugh could make the arctic melt
and that sense of familiarity that you wish you could comprehend comes again,
and you smile, but from within.
m.m.;
rook Nov 2017
when i go missing, the moon doesn't go out
gemini still shines even though
one of its own
is lost

through streetlights and
rook Mar 2015
i am atlas,
with the weight of the world on my shoulders
three of them
their life
and her life
and his life

i am atlas,
bending crushing sinking to the floor
and unable to let go
because
that means
nothing good for any of us

i am atlas,
and i am almost through
barely breathing barely holding everything up
i am atlas
and i am ready to shrug
i can't do this for much longer i just can't not for you and not for her and not for him
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