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Poet X Jul 2019
many preach of being immortal as a cure,
but i see no greater curse
than living--
not even living;
simply existing
until the Earth itself
takes its' eternal rest .
i have never been afraid of death anyway.
Poet X Jul 2019
i imagine the only time
these fingertips have nothing left to say,
is when a heartbeat no longer carries them .

no..
not even then .
Poet X Jul 2019
you asked me why
I never sleep .

what I didn't tell you,
was that it was the only time
the voices weren't awake too .
Poet X Jul 2019
and I took you out of my life
like a scab picked too soon ,
something once meant to heal me

made me bleed all over again .
Poet X Jul 2019
what a cursed existence this is,
to long for the eternal rest
but never having the courage
to put myself there .
no, i'm fine.
Poet X Jul 2019
falling in love with a fictional character
is the most honest love there is .
you don't fall in love with faces,
or a body or what they possess.

you fall in love with a heart,
you fall in love
with a soul .
even if its not real .
Poet X Jul 2019
and if the rules of the church
are the only way i'll get into
              "heaven"
well,
         to hell
                    with that .
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