It's as though we are
Reducing
The potential of something
In the act of declaring a definitive
Name
Perhaps that is why there are
So many words;
Perhaps they all mean the same thing
But no one could agree
They all have their own infinities
Because even infinity
Has infinity
We say words and names so much
They become a mere mirror
Fragment
When we name things and people
Are we declaring ourselves to be
God?

the night is you,
you are the night

dark as thy tress,
deep as your eyes,

as the sea roars over
a lost bird's frantic cries,

the night is you
you are the night

You're vapor that
Claws at people
waves red flags
that say
send help

Watch them walk by

They always get tired of you
You get lonely of them
You cross them off your list
Crosses are your talent

Wait awhile
to become a raincloud

She squints her stubbornly sapphire eyes
            so she doesn't have to see
                        how sharp the edges of the world
                                    really are
She blasts music through earbuds
                        into her sensitive ears
                        even though it kills and burns
            so she doesn't have to hear
                        the truth about people
                                     or life
                                     or herself
She cuts scars in her soft skin
            that bleed the blaring music
            she forced into her head
                        so when they dry into scabs
            she won't have to feel
                        what dreams are really made of

Her eyes
            her ears
                        her skin
were a gift to her so that she might
see
            hear
                        feel
but the cruel, ugly world
is too much for her
            Why me?
                        she whispers
                        through hopeless tears and clenched teeth
            Why am I Chosen to see
                        the world
                        through the lens of raw reality?
She begs for
blindness
            deafness
                        no feeling
like the rest of them
It is too much for her
to be
truly

Aware

Do you remember that time when you walked through the rain to my house, just for me to beg you to stay; even though in the end you shouted before leaving, "I love you, but ******* anyways"? I remember the feeling of that night. This sense of loss and dread, a heaviness in your words that left me paralyzed.

Do you remember that time I found you on the ground just outside my house, screaming for you to stay; even though I already knew what had to be done was finished. I remember the smell of that night. This scent of earth and decomposition, the weight of your favourite perfume that left me blinded.

Now every time I smell the scent of 'Blue Citrus' perfume and hear the words 'I love you' I can't help but think that I'm cursed forever to see you next to me. I remember that time when you spoke words of winds and paper cranes, but now you speak words of silence ad snake bites.

This is for all the run on sentences you wrote to me late at night and all the times you left me begging for you to stay.

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An author uses a semicolon when they almost end a sentence
But they chose to keep the story alive
When life no longer shines bright,
Use your semicolon
Continue your sentence