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 Nov 2017 sage silcross
September
Sorry I can't
hear you any
—more.
I think we're

breaking up.


I think we're

breaking down
each other.
draft from fall 2013
i'm a frozen tempest
there's nothing left to bleed
my body is hollowed
emptied of it's essence
a frozen burn from my touch
fire turned to cold ash
spin me
out of control
for i am cold and weary
a broken sculpture
i cannot hear your whispers
my head is split
the veins trail to my heart
where you left your mark
oh how you killed me
with torture
before the killing blow
you said you would grow old with me
but that turned to a lie
you're a desolate soul
looking for hope & love
yet you killed me
i turned to ice
frozen solid
but melting
i still miss you
i still love you
i still hate you
what can i do?
poetry is the only place
i can speak to you
your face reminds me
to
not to trust so much
keep my love at a limit
say "fine" when i'm not
i locked you out of my life
but there's still a draft
that carries your scent
& it lets me know
i'm still hurting
from you
you were my best friend
oh you killed me...
For all my words, I'm still speechless when people ask me why she left...
 Nov 2017 sage silcross
Kay
I have a thing called a mood disorder.
With mood disorders, my moods flip
Rapidly and or without reason.
I can be laughing one second
The next is a crying mess.

I met this guy
He helped me so in return I helped him.
He then asked me out and I said yes.
It slightly made my mood disorder more manageable.

I’d bend over backwards to help him
And he would be in return help me aswell.
It was a give give relationship.

He begun to tell me he loved me
Naturally I said the same and knew I meant it.
But when he said it, it was questionable.

With my mood disorder it makes it hard to function some days.
He started to leave me alone because  he said it would make me worse with him around.
He started saying he picked up extra hours at work to get extra money
He started to say he didn’t feel the same way about me as he use to…

He said, “I think we should see other people”

Now whenever someone says something that triggers a memory of him
I am happy, sad, angry, and confused. My mood keeps flipping.
I start to recite memories while smiling which turns into tears streaming down my face.
I start to remember how he cared for me and how I cared for him.

I remember the time he was so depressed I stayed up for hours, so he wouldn’t harm himself…
I remember he stopped doing the same for me.

I thought it was love and he could accept me for my flaws.
I thought he wanted me and only me.
But then I found out, he cheated during it all.
Now I am a mess. I am not the same and still think about him.

He was my first true love…
My first true disaster.
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 Nov 2017 sage silcross
stephanie
the night has covered the town.
dim streetlights line the edges of sidewalks
it's the only light we have
this deep in November
the clouds hug the moon and hide her
from our world
and the raindrops fall and kiss our cold blushed faces
this deep in November
frost has yet to make an appearance
but whistles and whispers that it's nearby
this deep in November
the only warmth we find is in each other
bodies under blankets
we heat ourselves with love
this deep in November

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