I was simple and platonic
You were a hurricane of passion
All too eager to sweep me up
But I shied away from your storm
And recluded into quiet rain
While you blazed lightning
And screamed thunder from the sky
You tried to pull my hand
Lead me to the open plains
Where we could smile as wide as the moon
And throw cautions to the air currents
But the sun came up
And with the rays of sunlight
That bore through trees
I crept away from you and your thunder
For fear that you were simply
My midnight tempest
And as dawn arose you would sink.
But you stayed,
And my storms haven't been the same since.

When I fall asleep my eyes meet yours.

I don't pray anymore
The angels stopped listening
A long, long time ago.

I am a part of the 90's generation. Born to the world in the midst of heartaches and solitude. We dwell in shadows to hide our eyes from the brutal sunlight and we shy away from the darkness that corrupts and destroys. Through the fog that clouds our judgement we see ourselves and collapse any reflective surface that shows the satin devils in our iris. We break mirrors and hearts along our way and indulge ourselves in life's only certainty:
Self hate rules all.

i guess
in my mind
i thought
replacing you
would be easy
but then
i realized
why would
i want a
r e p l a c e m e n t
when i
deserve
a
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o r i g i n a l