ur so ******* hot you'd burn a hole
straight through the ground
and keep going until you reach the
Earth's mantle.

Careful, don't get too close to me--
I'm not ready to feel what it's like
to be next to the Earth's core.
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If happiness were a simple thing
As they'd say,
"Catch a little birdie before
It flew away"

I'd be living in the trees to catch them
Everyday--

Too long above the world below
The dirt, the mirth and roots that grow

Forgotten then for how we came to
kiss: the sun, the sky, the clouds to know.

I was not born into a world of Hate
I was born into a world,
that has taught me such-so.
For the world is naturally cruel
In a way
But on its own - teaches us things
Immeasurably profound that kindness alone
Is unable or unwilling to say.

But neither was I born into a world of Love
but rather the choice of it or lack thereof
for the world could be fought, lost or won
On a page, with a pen;
With our arms or our walls, closed or open:

You never know how green
A leaf may be
Until you turn it over.

When one leaf folds
Another blossoms

A two-way-truce to
borrow each other's
Hollows
through an ethereal plane

absent hearts
vacant minds
hooky ex-lovers
wound in another

bodies searching
from pain to hide

aching, aching--
let pain touch its way?

does that feel better,
does it feel good?
how a tragedy can be so

Misunderstood.

Loving you still
by
Letting you go
Everyday.