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Apr 2019 · 155
Oh, Kay
Matt Winther Apr 2019
Oh, my dear,
I assure you,
I'll survive without you.
Just as a sail survives
With no wind
Or an orchestra
survives
absent the strings

I assure you, my dear
I'll live without you just fine

But it won't be as sweet
Jul 2018 · 300
Rule #14
Matt Winther Jul 2018
Don't hang your head in shame


There are better things to adorn your walls
Jul 2018 · 213
Queen Anne's Revenge
Matt Winther Jul 2018
How can you love him
When you still love me?

Is there room in your heart
For two?

Or was my love a fleeting storm
You weathered
Through?
Jul 2018 · 180
The sin of pride
Matt Winther Jul 2018
Is revenge sweeter than a
kiss?
I thought so

But I'm alone now with the taste of
bitter melon in my mouth
I thought so wrong
Jul 2018 · 183
Rule #14
Matt Winther Jul 2018
Second chances are a farce

Going back is for round trips
and palindromes
Jul 2018 · 165
Rule 7:
Matt Winther Jul 2018
when your spirits are weak
make a stronger cocktail
Jun 2018 · 167
Ozymandias
Matt Winther Jun 2018
The little boy in the cape
Stomps around the coffee
Shop like he owns the place
There are only two things
That can judge me
God
And
That ******* kid.
Jun 2018 · 162
The bitter end
Matt Winther Jun 2018
If it’s space you want
Then I’ll give you an oceans worth
I’ll drink away the memories we made
And smoke away
My mistakes
I’m not blameless in all of this
But when push comes to shove
It’s a hell of a lot easier to hate myself
Than you
It always has been.
Jun 2018 · 159
King of Embers
Matt Winther Jun 2018
I've been climbing the walls
Of this windowless house
Searching for tinder
To burn my way out
There's no room to breath
Even less room for doubt
I've blocked all my egress
I pine for a route

A castle of soot
I've built on my own
As loves turned to ash
To embroider my thrown
Jul 2017 · 165
Untitled
Matt Winther Jul 2017
We stand on unfamiliar shores
And cast our troubles into the fjords
They swallow our sorrows with a bloated
And hallow belch
They will not die deep down there
In the pit of my stomach
They claw their way to freedom

— The End —