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I feel like I am my own Earth
I will keep giving and giving
And people will keep using and using
Until finally I am empty
Depleted of any substance
That once kept me whole
I am the earth because every time
I am broken and destroyed
I grow back stronger
But there will come a time
When the blows to my roots
Are so strong, and my cuts so deep
There is no rebirth, no healing.
I will have given all I can.
It is coming soon, I feel it
In my crooked and broken bones
And I will let it **** me,
As is my purpose
And my destruction
Happy for you
Never for me
I take my coffee black because it tastes like your kisses and I sleep in the middle of my bed now so that the empty space where you used to lay doesn't feel so wide and you don't feel so far away. I miss you and your stupid laugh and the way you would stare at me when I smiled. God I miss all of you and its only now I realise that this coffee is useless because nothing on this earth could possibly compare to you.
Come back.
People walk over me
Like a beaten path
In a crumbling forest
And my branches do not shake
The winds do not stir
Nay, my weathered roots
Lay immobile at their feet
They walk all over me,
And I let them.
The more I try not to think about you
About us
About what we could've been
The more I realise that I should never have given you up.
For nothing and no one. Jesus, you know me better than I know myself
My kinks and quirks and how I take my coffee
I know you too darling. I know how you prefer sunsets to sunrises and I know that you can't stand how I take my coffee. I know about the hurt you've endured and the scars you got along the way, just as you know mine. God, you're golden to me, fluorescent and completely enchanting.
And you're not even mine
I must jinx myself
With every line and phrase
Because I wrote that
I could love him
But some boys are cold
And no matter how much
You care for them
They'll somehow
Break your heart
 Oct 2014 Jack Smith
Erenn
R(h)ope
 Oct 2014 Jack Smith
Erenn
These lines on my neck
Scars scarred of regrets
Reminding me everyday how i’m blessed
If the rope didn't break by chance
If those 'angels' hadn't come in time
I’ll be in a place where heaven & hell doesn't coexist

I live my life differently now
Every day breathing in spores of hope
Everyday with families & friends pulling me back-
from my melancholy past
Every time i intend to plummet

These strangers that i now called friends(angels)
Saved me from myself
When they saw someone from their pane
With a hope pulling end
They cut through every enmity
Cutting that rope of contempt

As I dropped
Head first kissing the floor
I knew then & there
Why my life is so eminent
Why let love end my existence
Why there are still people who cared
Why leave when there's-
so much more to live for

All these answers gushing in
Making me realize
Just like a rope
You can either use it to end your life
Or you can climb your way to the top


*Choose before you lose to the noose.
There are many form of suicides. And all of them are obtusely deluded.
More or less painful or the quickest way to die.
But hanging yourself by a rope that helped you to pull difficulties in life is just a stupid way to die.
So if u want to die, My best advice is wait.
Wait until you aged.
Wait until you can't remember your sins.
Wait until you cant remember why you wanted to die.
Flaws are meant to happen.
But don't let the intent/influence of suicide fool you.
You can never go back.
I assure you.
You can never ever come back.
We danced in a darkened room,
love spilling around us
like ribbons and silk
and I swear I saw the universe
in those winter blue eyes
I could get lost in you
And I did, I did
and you became lost in black holes
that crept in your arms
and caused rifts between us
when we danced.
I dance alone now
under a winter blue sky,
no ribbons, no silk.
They say the good die young
but why do the good
have to die at all?
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