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You've always been the one to shine
Radiating warmth and compassion
You could incorporate anyone into a conversation
Eyes with a dashing twinkle like stars grounded to earth

I've always been lackluster
Misanthropic by nature
I hide in forests and on mountains
As much from the world as from myself

Despite all our differences
You chose me to be the one to reside inside your heart
Despite that I could never be every thing you are
I will always love you as I have from the start
The eyes are the windows to the
Soul
Once blue eyes now turned gray
An empty soul in array

The echo of my screams never stop
Through valleys and mountains
Once green
No lush now to be seen

The nightmare of inaudible screams
Is now a reality
My piercing eyes look straight through you
My windows are fogged up
And so is my soul.
this feeling; it belongs to me.
forever, I will be familiar.
lonliness wakes me at dawn.
thoughts of YOUR pain
pick MY brain.  
why'd you choose me to drive insane?
you could have hurt someone else.
anyone. else.
but that wouldn't be fair.
so I'll take your deceit,
your lies, and your cheats
and I'll know.
so the next time I choose to care,
I'll be cautious with whomever I share
MY heart.
I'll text him a long message coming from my heart
midway of it I realise he wouldn't understand
he probably wouldn't even care
then i have to just delete the whole thing
and just respond with an okay
If I die young
I meant to.
Satin ain’t gonna help me.
No heaven to go to.
No hell either.
Burn me and
Throw the ashes to the wind.
Crime pays.
Jobs pay.
Sometimes you gotta
Spend money to make money.
Sometimes you can’t be saved.
Cause money don’t buy
Happiness.
Work does.
But sometimes work
Doesn’t pay.
So crime does.
And if I die
In MY line of duty
I meant to.
So don’t bother with satin.
Cause fire will do better.
the term is spiral
but it's more a
plummet, a drop
on a rollercoaster

a downward spiral
sounds like a waterslide
all smooth splashes
bubbles of laughter

but it's more like
the cutoff when your
heart jumps out of the
hole in your stomach
just hold your
hands up and scream

when some get sad
you spiral slowly
things pile up and
they slip and slide

when i get sad it's
freefall but i guess
i'm used to
bumps on rides

but it's all in the
way we fall
copyright 12/27/17 b. e. mccomb
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