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i thought i'd find you at the bottom of a bottle.
i thought i'd find you in a stack of old photographs,
the ones i've been keeping away in my sock drawer.
i thought i'd find you in my dreams,
at the store,
at your house,
in my bed.
i thought i'd find you if i just looked long enough.
if i just looked long and hard,
at all the places you are and aren't and could be.
but i only seem to find you in my tears
after every long day,
that i've just spent looking
to find
you.
Death knocked on his door, right when he's started living
 Apr 2015 Sarah Michelle
Born
war
 Apr 2015 Sarah Michelle
Born
war
I still struggle to remove myself from restraint of destiny
 Apr 2015 Sarah Michelle
Colette
I'm sorry I don't paint the canvas
of our dialogues because
what is left between us are of
bittersweet memories.

And I can't be there anymore
to hold onto what is left of broken pieces
because you can't even apologize to broken plates
once you've thrown them to the wall.
Been so long since my last update. This piece was written the first month of January out of my hundred pieces I've kept.
I drink coffee
from a mug
that says
"I love tea"
because I have
a healthy sense
of irony
When you're broken
When life has you on a rope
When you welcome the mists of death
And shun the bright rays of hope

Remember this day
How you refused to forgive
You laid foundations for your gallows
Wake up,  wake up... And live
 Apr 2015 Sarah Michelle
Madeysin
Like father, like son, good thing I'm a girl.
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