We used to hear the rain speak
the conversations between teardrops .
the earth
wiped them away with broken hearts

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if  thoughts of suicide were entertained
it was only because they were liberating
not because they came free

now, nothing is coming easily
I have forgotten how to speak
only panic before my thoughts

It happens all the time
everybody is too drunk to notice

All the magic is gone
Everything once special has no meaning
Location is just a sad dot
on a sad map

all fluid movement is forced
the eyes that I meet
desire only to close
and fall asleep

faces are painted gray
the landscape became bare overnight
no longer did we walk
we simply filed in order
and ended up in the dark

We dropped our pens
and shut the door on life
phone calls were left unanswered

movies, a strange silhouette
music, a single note
clothes, a uniform

we all wanted to cry
but forgot how.
the sensation was remembered
and left before it came

love was a job
and growing up
was just the way
to get there

all sterile
and lost
in the slow pulling
pain.

there aren’t any people left
to say “don’t be angry”
“don’t be sad”

that audience was a universe
inside of an eye
that sighed
stood up
and left.