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 Mar 2018
Lexie
Oh that you were made of light
But I still crave for you in this darkness
To sleep with all that I can never be
For I am never enough on my own
To understand how to live
In a world as dark as my own
For the sun will be a long time in its rising
So the stars still cling to the sky
The moon she is full, and pours out tears of ice
Into the heavens to crown the earth

I am just this darkness
As you cannot see
I am all you never want to be

I am a good friend
To wreath your secrets in my shadows
And I cling to your broken pieces
Even as they split into my skin
Splinters of heaven, they find their way
Racing through watered down veins
To find a dark dark heart
With the quietest of mouths
And the most unconventional of minds
In the strangest of places
For shadows are not something you can seek
And life is not something that one can keep
 Mar 2018
Lexie
Who am I to even long for sleep
When I have been given these stars in there ethereal beauty
For such a sight can only be given to a few in the dark
I must keep this secret
Or I to will be extinguished like a  candle to long in it's burning
Sleep is such a sweet comfort
If only the thoughts in my head were inclined as such
Yet I am resolved to this
That every night I look upon the stars in the sky
That I would remember you in my heart
For such a beautiful thought shall not be forgotten
 Mar 2018
Lexie
I do remember
Feeling that way before
Still the tension rises
Like bread out in the sun
I simply cannot forget,
The depth of this ache
Like a tooth ready to pull

But this tatse
I turn it over in my mouth
I do not savor the flavor
But I cannot spit it out

It goes down easy
I wish it would catch in my throat
And as it settles in my belly
It's weight familiar in my stomach

She is not kind.
She is demanding.
She is not forgiving.
Not does she forget.

Time and time again we dance
My feet know the beat
Still I weary as the music rises
Like the sun over the skyline
But she has no awakening
For she does not sleep,
Or allow rest in her presence;
Which is a blessing in a curse
For sleep brings the depths of my mind to part of my heart that it hates most, while the weariness of my body is tested,
on and on she goes.

I do not break
But I bend and I bend
Over and over again
And the pain of the bend
Clears my mind
Oh I wish that she were clouded
Like the sky in a storm
Rain on, rain on
I seek no clarity in this
I am worn
I am stretched
I am almost spent
Only the change in my pockets remain

Still you have no empathy
And pity does me no good

Oh **Fear
that you would leave me

But I would hate to be alone

Oh Anxiety that you would abandon

This that you have made.

— The End —