"Don't speak," I tell you.
You've had enough to say

I shut your mouth
with mine because

*there is no better way.

...to see me cry?
To watch me break?
To see me die

Slowly,
Inside myself.

I've put my heart
up on a shelf.

I bet you hate me
I know you do.

I mean, what else
could be your excuse?


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I just want to hold his hand and

kiss his cheek and picture him

lying next to me.



His morning voice

his clothes of choice

are all things I can only imagine

yet I



See him every single day

and I know that I'll never

be strong enough to say



"I can picture our forever."




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I would say that you don't notice me,

but it seems to me you do.

It's just that you're a stranger to me,

as I am to you.


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I was empty… abysmal.

There was nothing left of me.

I couldn’t hurt;

I couldn’t feel.



I knew the days were passing by,

but I didn’t know how many.

Everything seemed to just blur together,

into one enormous mess.



Am I even alive anymore?

It sure doesn’t feel like it.

After all, I’m not living.

I’m just surviving.



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