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 Oct 2018 eric calabrese
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Hero
 Oct 2018 eric calabrese
bk
She needed a hero,
so that's what she became.

B.K.
I'm sorry
because I can't control my broken mind.
Please, forgive me
because I don't know what to do with my toxic feelings.
You need to understand,
that my mind is dark and I have trust issues,
that some days it's impossible for me to care about the people I love.
I  don't want you to leave me,
because even though I can act like I don't need you
you are the one that's keeping my boat afloat.
But I'm not the type of person you need in your life;
You need someone willing to dry your tears
and I'm one of the reasons why you cry at night.
You need a lighthouse to show you the way back to sanity,
and I'm a storm that causes you  anxiety.
And because I love you
deep enough to realize how toxic I am to you,
so much that it hurts to see you hurting because of my words,
I'll have to say goodbye.
Because I care about you,
and if you stay with me
I'll end up breaking you.
La explicación que nunca te llego
the hungry wolves
go
hunting sheep
while
kissing prey
when
they
fall to sleep
 Oct 2018 eric calabrese
Maddy
Relish every moment
Enjoy what others don't take the time to notice
Smell the rose but remember the thorns
Remember that the flower is a four letter word
Embrace the outside of the box mindset
Enjoy the nectar of life
Be healthy
Be Happy
Stay as far away from me as you can

c@rainbowchaser2018
So Long,Farewell,Goidbye.
 Oct 2018 eric calabrese
XyL0S
.

I can't feel you
relating
the same as I am.

We don't talk,

But you don't
to me,

And I,
at all.


.
It isn't on purpose,
Recovery is still working
it's way into my hell.
When I last saw you,
your eyes were golden.
Puzzles I couldn't piece together,
a lake that shot back my own reflection,
not letting me see the deepness of you.

When I last saw you,
your hands were oak trees
hiding roots that dropped to the pit of the earth,
holding your meditations delicately close to you,
careful not to show
your great glimmering ships
carrying blue and low songs,
weeping dirges for a winter Sunday,
a red Grief that wakes you in your sleep,
adding the slight storm I see in your smile.

When I last saw you,
your eyes were golden.
sometimes I have to be a fool to fool the fool
Let it go with the flow at the end their the ones that are going to be hurt , since you already know the truth pretend you never seen anything  .
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