Obscurity's trenchant
     sorrows blotting
        tissue paper cuts,
tears aptly smeared
    in hidden fears of
        first dashed allusions,
darkly flippant metaphors
       sans passionate accolades
          left to gingerly decay,
    grandiloquently speaking,
       'Happily Ever After' is
           hardly a verbose nuance
             throughout a quinine
                         poet's collection

The best way to not get your heart broken is to pretend you don't have one.
One said.

But every time you show up,
you remind me that
perhaps,*
Some people are worth having a heart for.

People will always leave.
It doesn't matter how they tell you
that you are the most important thing
that ever happened to them.
It doesn't matter how they treat you so special
for days, weeks, months, years, I don't know.
It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter how they tell you 'I love you'
after they kiss you on your forehead.
It doesn't matter how they make you
feel warm when you were cold.
It doesn't matter how they remind you
how perfect you are after you wake up.
You will be left hanging
somewhere,sometime, somehow
by that someone.
It's just a matter of duration.
People leave no matter what.
It's a human nature.

Mother my mouth is full of stars
My eyes are growing dim
Forget-me-not
My time is short
Grieve not my passing pain
Remember just the happy times
When as I child I stood
Beside you as you sang to me
Or spoke or taught or soothed
Though truly I'd give anything
To hear your voice once more
This vicious war tore me away
To die far from home shores
Remember me in little things
Still talk to me each day
How truly do I really wish
I'd never gone away
But go I did. I had no choice
Just like so many others
And just like me their dying wish
To be back with their mothers

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