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Everyone's past is a tragedy.
Everyone's heart has
been broken.
That means
thousands of
reasons to feel
sorry for
yourself.

Hundreds of different
shades of pain, an
endless rainbow of
exes and
depressing
stories.

Relationships pile up,
as rotten and overwhelming
as a garbage dump.
I need to reduce
my interpersonal
carbon footprint.

There are too many
bones in the graveyard
of my heart. I am
almost out of
room, I will have
to start
cremating
soon.

I want to forget them all,
every failed attempt
at love.
Can you
wipe my slate clean?
Can your kiss
outweigh
a decade
of defeat?
In the middle of a heavy
terrible storm
my mind wanders to the sun.

Beads of water drip
off my eyelash as I close it
and feel the warmth
of a hot august day.

The thunder is doing
what thunder does best
grows louder
gets closer, I would
give anything for
a red hot sunburn
that stings to the third degree.

The lightning drenched
natures rave
reflecting off
puddles only
makes me crave
the hardened
thirsty light
that dehydrated pavement absorbs
like a victim to
the days rays.

Finally- a break
in the clouds.
Silence.
Heat.
The sunlight is better
than my wildest dreams.
Glowing lines protrude
from all angles like
a crude childrens drawing.

My expectations
far succeeded.

The sun screams
my name.

And suddenly
I miss the rain.
My emotions crush me
and swallow me whole.
There is no rationalizing
in the belly of the whale.

I'm no mythic hero
I fear
that I was born
and will die in here.

Just let go
you're ******
give up.

Disintegrating
dissolved
tough luck.
I move too fast
I know, I know.
You only get a passing
glimpse of my
shadow self
as I fly by.

My pearly whites,
a strobe light
too quick, too
temporary
to be truly
seen.

You couldn't tell me
the hue of my eyes.
You've only known them
in dark rooms
closed, while I blink
or sleep.

But my dear
this room
is getting darker
and I'm backing away
from the light
and you.

The longer you bathe
in darkness,
the more the darkness
becomes
you.
My upper right hand
molar died today. Even
teeth abandon me.

— The End —