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you let go of me
like threads
on an old button

no longer intertwined

you were once my support
you held me together
you held me tight and close

slipped from my grip

you said everything
happens for a reason
i saw it as treason

you never gave me a reason

you betrayed your
own heart
love

how can someone so beautiful
be so hideous
on the inside

that

I will never know
The last day I had an encounter with someone I truly loved, I held on to their hands tightly and slightly pulled on the sleeve of their coat. A button on the sleeve came off easily since only one hole was supported by the thread of the coat lining. I kept the button. I had struggled to be a part of this person's life for almost four years. Each hole on the button represented a year. The last year was the year I finally had to learn to let go.
ARE WE POETS, WRITERS
OR
ARE WE JUST HURTING INSIDE
if you are a dreamer

you have much more then others

non dreamers
are
non believers

so when you dream

DREAM BIG

and

you will never fail
Just put your head down,
just keep moving forwards.
Ignore everything
except yourself.
Remember who you are.
Fight it.

The restraints are there,
like this is some sick game.
You beat yourself up,
you strap yourself down,
unable to move
Fight it.

That blank wall isn't very nice looking,
I don't know why you continue to stare.
I mean I do the same thing,
when I become...
Oh. I get it.
Fight it.

Eyes glazed over.
Lips sown shut.
Limbs tied down.
Mind locked up.
The dark is so inviting.
Fight it.

But I'm not too sure I want to leave.
Oh, how easy it would be,
to stay in these waters
and fall asleep.
Just stay asleep
Fight it.

Don't forget me anymore.
Such a sad plea that comes from me.
Myself where did you go?
Who are you anymore?
I'm losing my mind.
Fight it.

What is there to fight?
I'm drowning in the tidal waves
of my own emotions.
There isn't a clear enemy.
Who could it be?
...
Oh, I think I see.
The enemy is me.
Fight it.
But I can't.
Fight it.
I.
Fight it.
Can't.
Fight it.

Yes you can.
*Fight it.
I burn savagely,
and I burn alone.

Red is the only color I see,
I scorch people with my eyes,
I scar everything with my words.
When I burn,
they will burn with me,
and in the end we all die
from the strength of the flame.

I freeze silently,
and I freeze alone.

Everything has stopped working,
I can not move,
I can not rage forwards.
The ice numbs me,
my finger tips are turning black,
the frost continues to bite me
and I have no substance to burn.
It seems that human beings
are full of hate
It breaks my heart
every single day and
makes me want to run away
to a cave in the mountains
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