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Every day I hope you'll choose me

Every day you don't.

Every day I think: Today, today he'll choose me.
Today he'll understand
Today he'll explain
Today he'll see me, and really even love me

Today he didn't

But tomorrow... man, tomorrow he'll choose me
 Dec 2015 Jordan Supertramp
niamh
I sit on the step
And draw
The cold around me
Like a blanket,
Savouring the numbness
And the heat
That begins within.
Swallowed by the night
Drunk on wine
And stars.
Hot tears on cold cheeks.
Seasoning for
Chapped lips
Stinging
Bringing fresh tears.
I take refuge
In the silence,
Under the gaze of
Sympathetic eyes.
My friends.
My constant companions.
Drunk on wine
And stars.
 Oct 2015 Jordan Supertramp
Pax
I feel like crying
some few tears will do
to wash away the dark
cloud I harbor
At my back.

sometimes I needed this, to be able to stay strong and stay on track through life. I remember last year, how I cried out my life's worries, now seems like its field up somehow. Its good to cry you know, I cry it out, alone in my quarters. I don't mind as long as it relieves me afterwards, then I am okay.
all we do is wait.
wait for the world to change.
wait for the world to end.
well i never was very patient.
if you had a suicide note what would it say?
comment yours, i'm curious. :)
If only your arms
Held me true again
Our lips and
bodies entwined~
If we could remember
language once shared.
Find our rhythm divine

Yet we have climbed
these ravaged cliffs
Heartbreak Chasm
between~
A fragile bridge
of diminished connect
Crossed only in my dreams

Older now
in this state of suspense
To watch our love fall away~
A tender time for both of us
This loss of each
Precious day


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This is about the loss of a long term,
once intimate, emotionally
committed and "forever"  relationship.
I have a coffin full of memories
Love of death and morbid curiosities
Grave full of dirt and lifeless bones
Not cold or dark enough to be home
Pale and lifeless, limp and dead
Thoughts of eternal night fill my head
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