I miss writing,
Writing the happy poems,
the ones before my mind left me.

The ones about fantasy,
about the me I desired to become.

All those have left this brain of mine,
The reality forbids I cross this threshold.
I know the truth in all, crushing the dreams I once had.

I am no longer confused, just curious.
I know not what I should.

I have lost myself,
and can never be found.
*To this realm I am eternally bound.

i know what i love
i just dont know
where that fits in the world
i mean maybe it doesn't
and maybe thats the point
but where do i carve space for myself
who will help me once i do
and who will try and bury me to cover up the mark i make?

You played hangman with my heart I tried to
guess the wording and I couldn't finish the
words as I guessed the nouns and verbs.

But as I deciphered the meaning of those unknown
twenty words tears descended and I spelt it out.
I-d_ -not-l_ve-you-any-m_re.

I couldn't say it out loud, but my guesses were
done I had lost even though I had not said she
did instead "I do not love you any more,

You had played hangman with my heart,
I knew what was coming and didn't want to say,
my emotions are hanging, but you don't care.

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Awh doubt, a glorious thing
Makes the heart stop fluttering
A flaw or two, a bad attitude
Slowly falling out of love,
Doubt, you pull me back down
Down from the clouds,
Into a quiet lounge.

e.s.
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