I don't need much
I don't care how long it takes
I will stay in the same spot you left me
with company of your photograph
and the warmth of hearing your laugh
however long it takes
for you to find your way
back into my arms

The weight of the heavens lies on my shoulders,
and so I hold up the sky with no questions.
A piece of my soul is lost every time I pass you by,
not a second is lost in your life when you watch me die.

The two faced clover just turned a new red,
no one believes me when I confess all you’ve said.
Silence me and steep on my throat when you feel hurt,
truth buries you deep and your lies are the dirt.

My life is lonely since I lost who I can trust,
my love is spiteful since the last time we did touch.
I was born to be alone, rightful, and free.
I won’t let my foes watch as I turn into dust.

The weight of the heavens lies on my shoulders,
the inner light and darkness keep me somber.
I get lost dreaming of the sky,
I wait my lonely time until my kingdom comes by.

bold underlined regret
the blessed, the cursed, the depth-
of how far the rabbit hole
of your emotions will go
you polygon-faced-son-of-a-b*tch

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we would look into each others eyes all night
talk about our life: choices, habits, advice.
we would lay all day in the warm summer grass
and seem to always ask
about our past: regret, love, if we would last.
we would laugh all the stress away from the future
as long as I had her it never even mattered.
and as a brutal storm seem to came
overnight she wasn't even the same.
she said she would block all her contacts
she said she would never look back.
she ask me if I would be patient
if I could wait for her faithfully
now I'm all alone
for all these days
weeks-months-years
I'm still here
all I have left is her name.

tell me a haiku as if I understand it
sing me a song since poetry is so boring
why use such pretty words to describe our love
instead of taking the time to commit

she didn't notice I was awake last night
in our bed I heard her leave from the back
now I'm busy sweeping up all the glass
from a shattered heart she left me
happy anniversary
I'll be alright

he's trying to fix his guitar, all he has is a string
he's trying to fix his marriage, all he has is a ring
and she's hugging on the man infested with acid
trying to keep all his ducks in his basket
meanwhile the chief faces evil disguised as a faker
the truth is written on the man made from paper