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 5h rain
ash
what comes after the letter t in alphabet
that's who i intend this for.
be careful, the walls listen here.
they absorb, and when you stand too close,
you hear it all—everything they have talked.

careful in soliciting,
we can like the subduing.
there’s atomic structure
to every feeling that sent you reeling.

beware the absolute monarchy-like setting.
and if you weren’t careful enough,
i stand close—
by the walls, and they’ve been whispering things

i’m not sure i ever knew you.
Every mark on my skin was like a flower in the garden
he painted me in red roses, bite marks and bruises
A sign of his devotion towards me
He always left a note before leaving in the morning

Every night I was his vessel, to carry both our sins
he always returned to fuel this burning fire
and ever since a letter arrived at my door
I found myself consumed by the thoughts of losing him
This is Scene 8 of The Altar I Was Denied, a short story in form of poetry.
a brisk north west wind
doth blow this very afternoon
through our township's streets
Dreams
do
come
true
if
you
just
spread
your
wings
as
wide'as
the
­ocean blue
through
the
light
between
us
What does desperation look like?
It looks like a top two sizes too small,
like a jumper on summer,
like a self inflicted scar.
It looks like an empty bottle of pills
laying on the bathroom floor,
like a smile too bright, too big,
like a phone call at night,
like a goodbye.
Desperation looks like everyday life.
If we’re God’s paintings,
I want to ask him
to stop adding layers
to mine;
that I have always liked
incomplete finishes.
That I need no more
lights–
no more life–
Than he can please
bring me to an end.
I was looking through old stuff and re-read this long poem about life as a painting in Spanish. It ended with this stanza and it shattered my ******* heart in pieces.
 19h rain
Nanu
There are many times
I disapprove of other's actions
Not that I dislike it,
But sometimes
Because I cannot afford to be like them
 19h rain
mysterie
old habits die hard.
don't they?

but do i even have to ask you,
you'd know.
date wrote: 24/9
anywho
 19h rain
mysterie
i dont want
to be just
a stranger to you.

you're one of my
favourite people
and i would hate
for us to lose that.

its years worth of friendship.

you think i wanted this?

hell no.

i dont want
to be just
a stranger to you.

but it's too late,
isnt it?

i already am --
and those years
meant nothing
because you found
new people.
date wrote: 1/10
heavily dedicated to an old friend.
I became invisible to you
Like air
Around you every day
While you ignored I was there
You breathed me in
Exhaled me out
Held your breath
To make me doubt
Took me for granted
Left me there planted
It’s the dark corner for me
You’ve got so much other air to breathe
Oh look!  There’s a window!  
And there I go
Off with the breeze
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