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Luna Craft Apr 2016
We always try to change things
Paint the most beautiful shapes over the fractures and cracks
Make it no longer an object with meaning, just a piece of decor
A lifeless lie with no more use
Until it goes out of fashion, out of style
And we break the remaining pieces
Replace what we can
Move on and forget
Luna Craft Mar 2016
Will you remember me when I am gone?
Will you see me to the grave?

When my body is grey- a stone
When my mind has long since abandoned you here

Will you catch me? Let me fall into your arms?
Will you be able to let go?

Watch me vaporize into light
Watch me disappear, forever

Will you sell me as broken parts?
Will you try to rebuild me

Will y o  u   r   e      m        e        m        b        e           r        m   e?
Luna Craft Mar 2016
It's not you, it's me
Bold statements, overused
I think I just want to be loved
That would best explain how easily I fall;
For that smile, that laugh, every little word
Perhaps I just want to be in love
To feel flowers bloom within a dead mind
So useless
Everything just seems so relative when with you
Stars, galaxies, revolving around us
All in plain view, open, exposed
What if it isn't you that makes me love how you act-
Only my narcissism taking a hold?
What if this love is no more real then the last one?
The last words that I said; so fake
I can't tell what we really are anymore
Luna Craft Mar 2016
Forgetting is so hard when you get used to the memories
Little pins in your body, each representing the time you spent together
It was unnoticeable when they were stuck in
The numbness of love, too strong, addicting
Pulling them out, however, is the hardest thing you've done
Each memory pulls beads of blood out of the cracks
You can only handle so much each day, sometimes you can't even do that
That's why it takes you so long to forget
You can't bare to rid yourself of these bittersweet pins
Luna Craft Mar 2016
This industrial silence fills the room
It came from the gears in my throat
The press that carved my serial number into the back of my neck
It tasted like metal
From the iron gated assembly line that we all hold standards to
Of living and dying and repeating
Again and again
Assembled with little care, defects thrown away
Silent voices
We did not make them ourselves
They were made to be shoved down our throats
Until we die from lead poisoning
Luna Craft Mar 2016
This is a document that you will never save
The unspoken words between you and him
Apologies
Things that can now never be sent
You copy them over, once maybe twice
Afraid that if you completely delete them they are gone
They never existed
Just like the apologies you meant to say
They fell flat before even reaching your fingertips
Luna Craft Mar 2016
My skin aspires to be more than just a doll, a story, a song.
More then just a picture book, more than something you only read in bed
Not bound by leather or the clothes on my back
Call me an individual, for that is all I want to be
We strive for normality when all we want is peace
A peace that can only come when we realize we aren't art
We are not paintings to just for viewing
We are history itself; we are not one idea
I do not strive for greatness, I strive have a place to stand
A tree in a forest of graves
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