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It is usually better
to regret what you did do
than
to regret what you didn't.
Though, they all too often overlap.
'Tis best to seek not to have regrets.
you
you could be everything i ever wanted
but you choose to be everything i'm wishing for
maybe the secret to their love was that they didn't know they were in love
You
are the poem
I never knew
how to write
and this life
is the story
I have always
wanted to
tell
take me to the edge of oblivion,
promise me your empty lies.

sweet ecstacy,
you take me to the edge of madness.

I have been here time and time again,
I always trust you with my heart.

In this brief moment of sanity,
I choose the mundane reality of my life
with promises of joys and pains.

There is a quiet transcendent ecstasy
in a life that leads to wholeness.
do you need
any help
with your homework?

its fine
you dont have to pay me back

do you want
some painkillers?

you shouldnt drink
so much

watch the
kerb

are you
feeling okay?

you look sad
want to talk?

careful

we havent spoken
in a while

you have blue eyes
right?

dont run
with scissors

ill sleep on the floor
you take
the bed
There's a shadow hanging over me
belonging to the me
I was supposed to be.
I squirm to lose this shadow
because it is following
a ghost of me.
Looming languidly and large
it mimics my movements with melancholy.
I hide in the dark
so it won't find me.
one day
the world will have enough of me
and burn me at the stake

they’ll sing and dance
in gasoline and smoke
         “the death of the last honest man”

and after they **** on the ashes
and return home
to their meat loaves and ******

i will rise from the ashes
as a pigeon

spending the rest of eternity
******* in their morning coffee
and on the windshields of their cars
You answered just a little too fast.
It surprised me.
I haven't seen you in about a year,
And I am realizing I've missed you.
It surprised me.
The last time I saw you,
And the time before that,
You were intoxicated.
It surprised me.
I haven't seen you in about a year,
And I am realizing what you are to me.
It surprised me.
You are a dress without hems or seams.
I hardly know you but you are beautiful.
You are the bullet in the rotating cylinder of the gun to my head.
You dig through my skull and explode my amygdala.
And force me to love you.
You are the jam in the barrel as I pull the trigger.
I fell to the ground in realization:
You both killed me and saved me.
It surprised me.
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