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Jan 2016
What it was like to cry
The way tears ice cold
Would feel acidic on my cheeks
Rolling down my face
Children playing on hills
What it was like to smile
The way lips still pink with life
Would bend upwards to my ears
Bringing joy to my face
Balloons inflating at each corner
What it was like to laugh
The way sounds echoed from my belly
Would sound amazing early in the morning
Pushing for you to enjoy
Annoying children wanting attention
What it was like to love
The way she smelled after a shower
Would drive me crazy as my nostrils flared
Begging to be brought closer and remembered
Homeless people with their hands outreached
What it was like to be complete
The way it gathered my senses
Would echo only my worries
Knocking on every door in the corridors of insanity
Orphans just looking for love
I forgot all these things that started me
Just empty shells and broken glass remain
Cardboard homes and lost hopes
Gathering in my abyssal chest
A void trying to be filled
I forgot what it was it was like
To have a heart and offer it to another
A meaningless sacrifice
To a god that never existed
Aztec myth and Neanderthal paintings
A warm embrace
Just a clash of two bodies now
Love no longer a word
Lost definition in my dictionary
What's the point of trying
When every perspective is misguided
Lies piled on each other
I'm tired of this memory I possess
I only want to remember what its like
To be human once more
No longer this monster
Intent on feeling nothing
Shows how much fear I own
To hide from more pain
Pain I couldn't dare burden myself with
I dont want to back
Back to the scars and puddles of blood
I want to go forward and be happy
Robert Guerrero
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Robert Guerrero
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