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 Mar 2017 Euphoria
Lunar
The most tragic story isn't the one written by Shakespeare
or Hans Christian Andersen

It is not about Romeo, Juliet and their forbidden love, dying together

Nor a man, a mermaid and their impossibility to live for each other

It is about a writer and a reader:
Where the writer has written down, in every language, every realistic & imaginable word & emotion for the world
But the reader doesn't even have a chance to read them

The most tragic story is about the reader who can not read, and in the end, the writer who will not write

The most tragic happily ever after is where the reader and writer end each other
To My Reader
 Mar 2017 Euphoria
Meg
a little less like an alarm,
a little more like being trapped in a burning building,
mistaking the fire for warmth,
mistaking the heat for passion,
mistaking the smoke for breathless bliss,
but things that promise light seldom go unheard,
and you aren't any different
Different style of my last poem
 Mar 2017 Euphoria
madrid
If I stop drinking water,
would I lose the ability to cry?
 Feb 2017 Euphoria
Meg
credit
 Feb 2017 Euphoria
Meg
Sometimes it's more than enough to live and not want to live but to keep on living.
Give yourself some credit <3
 Jan 2017 Euphoria
Meg
disguise
 Jan 2017 Euphoria
Meg
demons rarely come dressed
in a red cape and horns.
no.
they come dressed as
everything you've ever wanted.
 Jan 2017 Euphoria
Meg
colorblind
 Jan 2017 Euphoria
Meg
do not be fooled - depression is not
colorblindess.
depression is seeing scarlet
but not being able to feel the fire's burnished tongue.
depression is seeing aquamarine
but not savoring the feeling of drowning in saltwater lungs.
depression is seeing burgundy
but no longer being able to taste red wine in your throat
or pomegranate seeds between your teeth
or sunsweet berries on your tongue.

*depression is seeing color
but not understanding it.
Those who say depression makes the world seem in monochromatic shades of grey don't understand depression.
 Dec 2016 Euphoria
Liz And Lilacs
Oh god
Keep it together.
Can't breathe. Need to sit down.
Your friend is dead.
Can't breathe need to sit down can't breathe
Keep it together
He was hit by a train
Can't breathe can't breathe can't breathe can't breathe
Keep it together
need to sit down can'tbreathecan'tbreathecan'tbreathe
*Keep it together
She hates the way he says her name,
He makes it sound more beautiful than ever.
She knows she will never hear them again.

She hates every time he tells a joke,
His jokes were never funny, but makes her laugh so hard all the time. She knows she will never hear one again.

She hates it when he makes faces,
It's so cute it makes her heart skip a beat.
She knows she will never see it again.

She hates it when they talk,
She can't even look at him in the eye.
She knows, it might be their last.

She hates it when his hands hold hers,
She really likes to.
She knows it is the same hands she has to let go.

She hates it when he says hi,
These two letters could make her day.
She knows she will never hear even one goodbye.

She hates it when he walks towards her,
Her heart beats with too much excitement.
She knows she will watch his back as he leaves her life forever.
Because pain demands to be felt. HAHAHA
Part one.
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