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Jun 2016
My open wound,
infected.
Heartbreak manifested.
I picked you like a scab,
a catalyst in a lab,
accelerating my own processes
to that of your own.
Your warmth,
so protective,
made my shelter a home
-but what you want is not me,
but a molded version.
So dance around that issue
with scapegoats and diversion.

I know you'll do better,
I'll run into you years away,
where there's love and warm weather.
Someday-

Tears of Growth
Tears of Pain
We Intrigue and Disdain
so come forth with me,
face the love that we have slain.

I will always be here for you,
Despite this state of forced separation.
It's temporary,
but necessary.
This was a dire situation.
Kids in time out,
so elementary.
So let us find our own destination.

I'm done with these games.
Futile war efforts,
battle of names and blames.

I can forgive,
but I don't forget.
I know that sometimes time and change,
is the best cure for regret.

I know you're full of sorrow,
but love,
there's always another tomorrow.
Humble your Mumble.
Make it bright,
Promise me telepathically
this won't **** your spirit to fight.

Understand my reasons,
know that feelings do fade with the seasons.
Memories don't,
even foggy and fragmented.
Distance yourself,
far away for a time and you'll see they're all segmented,
glued together by sentiment.
Parallel puzzle pieces make a picture,
every number and scripture.
Please take my advice, as yours I haven't forgot.
Use your notebook I gave you,
write down every recurring thought,
or in time's web they'll be caught.

Bottled Up
Never to Escape
Let it out
**** the Ego
Accept your Fate

You're dwindling and drowning,
unable to see that you're the only one who can save yourself.
I can only guide you for so long before losing sight of my own path.
You know hate is an illusion, all feelings are passion.
Do the math.

I know how you're feeling.
Situations are Fleeting,
you just have to enjoy them and relax.
Even when your head is spinning and reeling.
Breathe
Make a Joke
It will pass

Just because the present is in shambles,
doesn't mean it will last.
Remember to not forget that.
Anig Muh
Written by
Anig Muh  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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