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 Sep 2015 Khar Yang
Gun Boy
Would your eyes fill with tears as you heard the news that I was dead.
Would you fall to the ground and wonder why you didn't see it coming?
Would you come to my funeral wearing my favourite colours?
Would you remember me as a good friend?
Would you think about me?
Would you wonder what was the last thing that pushed me over the edge?
Would you miss me?
 Sep 2015 Khar Yang
Carolin
Oh darling the way you
smile gives me butterflies.

It makes my tummy flip
upside down and turn from
the left to the right.

And i swear these butterflies
can become your sail when
your boat gets lost at sea.

The winds will direct you
back to me.

And together we'll be united
and free.

Just know that i'll be there
loving you endlessly and
for an infinity* ~
I can't remember the last time I wrote,
because I have nothing to write about,
no words seem enough, and my thoughts are too little.

My words dried up, as you went away
at first I wrote of how I loved you,
and later of how I hated you,
then of the emptiness I had inside
consuming me, like a beast from a children's story.

Now I only have a few short words that I have to say,
I really really miss you, and I find it strange.
 Aug 2015 Khar Yang
bcg poetry
6/23/14
2:34am
Him: okay, well what's your biggest fear? Or (even better) what do you despise the most?
Her: um... Time
Him: haha why?
Her: i guess it's just that it's impossible to win a fight against time

8/14/14
12:11am
Him: it just doesn't make sense.
Her: what doesn't?
Him: us.
Her: why?
Him: we just aren't at the same places in our lives, we can't keep doing this.
Her: you can't fight for us, for what we are, for everything we could be?
Him: it's impossible to win a fight against timing.
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