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morosemelon Aug 2015
" I should go now quietly,
for my bones have found a place to lie down and sleep.
Where all my layers can become reeds,
All my my limbs can become trees,
All my children can become me, oh what I mess I'll leave. "
morosemelon Aug 2015
You're touches were like a thousand pins and needles.
They were hard and forceful,
when I reminisce the skin in certain spots still tingles.
Burned into the back of my head is the way I knew your eyes like the back of my hands.
Intoxication saw those blue lights shone differently that night with irreciprocatable demands.
One year later and the word friend still sounds so foreign to me,
One year later and the spiders that hold my cells together remind when its time to flee.
I can almost still taste the Jaeger on your hot tongue,
Nightmares of just your face keep me conscious until my windows find the sun.
It doesn't seem fair that I have to pick up pieces to a mess I didn't create.
But when I do I use the pieces of a borrowed backbone that my love lent me to keep us safe.
morosemelon Aug 2015
Outside clouds of smoke escape from his perfectly chapped lips,
regret sits with the cigarette **** he holds too tightly in his finger tips.
Screaming and justifications make the last page write longer,
Just a few more paragraphs even if they are purely somber.

Just stay right here with me and live in the entire complication of us,
My tears have left his once crimson heart tainted with rust.
I didn't mean to stain you with the black secrets that fill the smallest cracks in my lungs,
I didn't mean to say I hate you when I only loved you but sometimes my heart speaks in tongues.

Steal my breath please suffocate me,
                     Can you please,
  or am I
too demanding?

I'm sincerely sorry lovely,
                      I'm close to terrified,
Though we're almost over with each inhale my love for you is only expanding.

Just stay please dear god I'll be the warm air and you be the cold,
They will talk of how we were the perfect disaster and I'll form to your mold.

A natural disaster that took out every shutter and nail in its path,
No one saw it coming but they'll all see our rath.

This is the end and I just want to drown my whole soul in it,
I crave your kisses all night and so patiently during all hours I sit.

I am indefensibly in love with you its true,
But i didn't mind I swear it was an honor to be hurt by you.
morosemelon Aug 2015
Remember to keep walking, one foot in front of the other swiftly before they know you've left.
When you speak do not mouth the secretive mouthful, vain.
When you speak do not taste the vinegar coated words of your mother's pain.
Do not verbalize the syllable stitching your every idea together, you must maintain your body a simple shadow.
The temptation of your very own purple glossed nail,
The black sludge that lay inside your chest prohibited from moving but still steadily enveloping each cracking,decrepit bone and useless muscle given the smallest second guess.        
Dead on arrival you were but out with a bang; your throat holds one, two, three, four, five, six, seven blue finger prints that scream second best.
The unpardonable, aforementioned
Black sludge begging to leak out of all orifice's including your chapped lips -
Inevitably- will.
Cotton Candy sugar coated words and polite smiles beg not to be but are a continuous parade of premeditated happiness in a room that is filled.
When you speak dehumanize the thought process or you will surely stumble over misspoken words the way you tumble over the top step in a drunken stupor every Tuesday morning.
Determine through a handful of restless eyes the other flight risks competing with the sheep of the room who's uniform reply to your greeting may always be, "I've been alright."
Do not let on of the train derailing the tracks of the already unstable minds,
Do not let on of the shark toothed thoughts that bounce from cell to cell until complete consumption of the brain because you will then surely be left behind.
  Aug 2015 morosemelon
Collin Daniel
i built myself a home in your chest
a safe haven, a tightly wrapped package
and you evicted me

i looked at you through my camera lens and saw all the beauty
my eyes had failed to pick up on
the fabric of your soul
the smooth skin of your hands,
twirling your hair in your fingers,
you are beautiful

you are literature
words on a page, kept consistent through years of handwritten notes
passed back and forth between quiet children,
i highlighted my favorite parts of you, and underlined the parts that stood out to me
a well-read novel, dog-eared and leafed through,
i memorized your body,
smiling warmly when you put my emotions into words
i don’t read anymore.

we shared cigarettes together in my car,
letting all the words we were too afraid to speak
leave our mouths in the form of smoke,
leaving only the stale smell of burnt tobacco,
to remember you by

— The End —