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Call a                          doctor/ plumber/ priest
My heart is               broken/ leaking/ deceased

My life is                   worthless/ so much better/ over
I'm going to              **** myself/ tell your wife/ Dover

How could you         leave me/ not know/ lie?
I hope you                return my stuff/ come back/ die

I'll never                   forget you/ forgive you/ go away
I need                        closure/ a DNA test/ to tell you I'm gay

Your                           face/ crotch/ top of your back
Is                                so beautiful/ lumpy/ unusually slack

Your                           ex/ mother/ best friend from school
Always made me      great coffee/ feel inadequate/ drool

I will                           miss you/ **** you/ stalk you forever
That way we can      be friends/ get away with it/ be together

I'm sorry                   you did this/ I did this /we failed
I promise to               pay you/ dye it back/ get you bailed
Please don't               leave me/ show the Polaroids/ write or call


(*delete as appropriate, just delete it all.....)
Sail on, sail on
To seek the mystic truth.
Each wave bears my weight;
I am no longer a vessel of mass,
But a vessel measured in volume.
Victimized by the vile waters
Of this ever changing sea.
Swallowing briny salt water
As I drown.
Each drop, for at least one moment in time;
Has been the entirety of these swelling waters.
Magnificence fades, as fear sets in.
All concious thoughts and feelings alike; refused existence.
No longer our own,
We belong to another.
Ultimate force
Quickly releasing, the last oxygen rich breath to ever fill my chest. Lungs feel as if, being ripped at the seam.
Triumphant failure, the body lacking to compensate.
The pressure's immensity meets capacity.
Comfort & ease soon wash over me.
Ruptured organs ironically,
Free us from pain and suffering
A beautiful defeat,
Beneath an imaginary sunset.
We sail on together
To paint the mystic blue.
Written by Taylor Rogers on June 23, 2016


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