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Sasch Jul 2014
I ran from love
afraid to get hurt
but it outran me,
tripped me up,
and broke my legs.

Will you teach me,
how to walk again?
Sasch Jul 2014
I can only write
when I am depressed.

I wonder if that
is the reason why
I avoid happiness like
it's an intoxicated sea
in which I might drown

myself in silence.
Sasch Sep 2014
I'm falling for you,
and I can't wait
to hit the ground.

Shattered into
a million pieces.
And I will wait,
patiently, for you
to pick them up,
And make me
whole again.
She
Sasch Mar 2015
She
She tastes like
a hot
chocolate
On a cold
Winters day.


She smells like
Freshly washed
Bedsheets
On a chilly
spring day.

She sounds like
The rain on
The window
On a rainy
summers day.

She feels like
The wind in
Your hair
On a windy
Autumn day.
Sasch Jul 2014
I swore to myself
I would never cry
because of you
for every tear
would be a confession
that you mean more
to me than I am
able to admit.
Sasch Aug 2014
You came quietly like a disease,
Captured my heart and made it strong,
Synchronized its beat with your pace,

Then you left like an injury,
Ripped out my heart and made it weak
Threw it off balance and left it to die.
Sasch Jul 2014
I don't know,
who I hate more.
The person you
turned out to be,
or the person
you made me.

— The End —