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Mending my soul is like;
Trying to hurt yourself,
Putting back the pieces
that will never be the same.

©IGMS
-
Everything seem so vague yet vivid
Akin to the feeling everytime I chase and touch those clouds
The scarcity of my mind to be able to grasp the existence of it
I can't even fathom the throbbing sensation inside my chest
All I know is that we are not meant to be

©IGMS
-
You are only breathing--
not living
Because living means--
loving*

©IGMS
Loving you loving me
Is this a dream?
I have you here
But I can tell you want to be there.
You savaging soul
Just go.
But I'll still be here
Loving you loving me
Wishing this was just a dream.
You've done your harm, so you can go, but just know I'll still be here.
I'm fine, I say
My fingers crossed

No, really, I'll be
Okay
Truth is for weaklings, right?

Oh that scratch? I'm
Klutzy is all
A little lie is all
Y**eah, okay, maybe I'm not fine
He stroked
the air
where she
might have
been.

  ~mce
The pink places he
kissed on her body
opened up the way
flowers do in the
season of spring.
And the fluids that
came out looked
like morning dew
on the petals before
the sunshine pours
down and dries them
off drop by drop* ~
she was
just a
caterpillar which
happened to
be jealous
of butterflies.
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