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Why do we think the first time's enough
To know who's not or is worth to love
We jump in blindfolded, left wide open
Unaware of the lies in promises spoken
Soulmate; what a beautiful disguise
A bitter, unattainable void it hides
Who appears to be what puts you together
The first love you'll remember forever
Will rip you apart quicker than it begun
Cause the one you thought would be the one
Was just the first, was just a setter
For all the others who'll help you forget her
Bearing the stench
of my decaying self
as a prisoner beneath
the walls of death
I crave for the mercy
utterly denied
I crave for liberty
I truly desire

As the sharpened roots
of the devil's sword,
the deathbed to the cloud
painted white
by the holy messages
from sanctity's skies
pierce through my mind
and stabs to death
my memories which shed
an ocean of blood
which craves for the mercy
utterly denied
I crave for liberty
I truly desire

As scavengers devour
the final bits
of my filthy carcass
to bloodless ruins
as a helpless soul
within this skinless corpse
I crave for the mercy
utterly denied
I crave for liberty
I truly desire.

Against the deafness
of my putrefying ears
I Heard the whispers
of your triumphant sword
to the beheaded warrior
of the empire of dusk
but even as your touch
lit up this earth
your iniquitous ignorance
to my deafening plea
muted my cravings
for the mercy siezed
muted my cravings
for the liberty decieved

Destined to die
a repugnant death
as I welcomed the scroungers  
to my final breath
I silently yearn
O divine one
to be enslaved no more
and betrayed by none
I silently yearn
O divine one
to be bloomed as dawn
not ever as sun
The wise man said to his pupil,
"He who wishes to gain the
knowledge in least time will
miss everything he has today,
yearning for his tomorrow."
They ask me if I still love you.

I blush, grin and say;

of course.

Why?

Because your eyes are of the most utter ocean blue,

but other days they're the currents of the stormy grey sea.

I see a current of salty water, deep, once blue, but now a faded grey.

I see a bundle of darkened grey clouds in the distance,

and the thunder rumbles from your irises,

and I hear it pound in the back of my mind.

I wonder if you knew.

I see a spark of lightening flash, only once in a while,

while you look at her.

My throat corrodes with bile.


She says she sees green demons lurking in the depth of my own ocean currents,

and I shrug.

What am I supposed to say?

I know you think about her.

Night and day.


The hardest part,

is a generic, old saying.

If you love them,

you let them go.

If they love you enough to stay,

or to come back,

you never let go.





But you haven't come back.
EDIT: Wow. Never expected this to blow up as big as it did. I thank you all so much!
EDIT: 2/15/14
i would say i never loved you, but that is a lie.
they say that your *first* love makes *you realize*, your first *love* wasnt really your first.
i pray for the day this happens.
*getting over you was the best thing i ever did.
and i did it for myself.*
so, one last:
*******.
you.***
EDIT: 9/14/14
i still hate you.
and you don't deserve her.
EDIT:   12/01/14
im sorry. you still arent
the same person
and neither is she.
but we all grow up.

EDIT
10/14/20
I was going through my bookmarks
on my old computer and found my old writings.
I just wanted to update this one last time to say things are better,
things are good. Thanks again for all the likes and comments.
Maybe I’m sick of this honesty,
The anger goes straight to my head.
And this hope’s like a cancerous commodity
I’d rather just hate you instead.
But the dark yields to day,
And blind eyes never stray,
And we break with the weight
of what we couldn’t say.
Stolen moments
Can not last,
But you won’t forget the past.
Hide the guilt
Behind a mask
But I can’t forget the past.
Maybe I hate how you look at me,
With eyes telling truths you won’t speak.
And this heart’s like a sickness inside of me
I’d rather you just set me free.
But the day yields to night,
So we harbor this light,
And we mourn all the wrongs
That we couldn’t make right.
Didn’t answer,
Didn’t ask,
But you can’t forget the past.
Find forgiveness,
Make it fast,
Because I won’t forget the past.
Sometimes, you get hurt by someone who you just can't let go of. And sometimes, you get hurt too many times. This is for everyone who has ever wanted something they couldn't have, and never forgave the one who made them want it.
I dreamt that I'd tell you,
  I dreamt I'd convince you.
I dreamt you would love me
and I too would love you.
I dreamt of perfection,
a dream so romantic.
I dreamt you would smile
and carefully panic.
I dreamt you would hug me.
  I dreamt we would both see,
together we're better -
  I dreamt you weren't choosy.
I dreamt up the ways
of how I could tell you.
I dreamt up bouquets
and a time and place too.
I dreamt that I told you.
  I dreamt that I could do.
I dreamt that it happened.
  I dreamt of a breakthrough.

instead i told you
at 3am   drunk   on facebook
*and i took it back the next morning
The pain hurts less than regret.

— The End —