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1.4k · Feb 2015
broken glass
Sean Dez Feb 2015
you held me
like i was a vase and you were a shelf

until the day you dropped me
and broke me like glass

now i cut anyone who dares near me
and laugh as they bleed
515 · Feb 2015
like i see you
Sean Dez Feb 2015
hold my hand
lead me wherever you want
hold me close
to your warmth
to the smile i love

but it's just a dream
because in reality
i'm just a friend
a mere acquaintance who you like to laugh and joke around with

but to me
you're something i want
lust
desire
nights spent with thoughts about you
but
you'll never know

unless you feel the same
which you never will
because you're accomplished
you can do things
get things better than me
so why would you waste your time?

i'm a peasant and you're my king
you're a shiny first place trophy
i'm a bland participation ribbon
you're a ten and i'm a three

and all i wish
is that you would see me
like i see you
468 · Feb 2015
In the sand
Sean Dez Feb 2015
We walk together,
just two kids with toes in the sand,
towards the deep blue water
where small waves push against the shore.

It seems so far away,
like we'll never make it.
So we just take the time slowly.
We laugh and we play,
not thinking about what's ahead

Together we make the most of every minute we face.
But shortly, minutes fade into months,
with no hope of getting them back.

It seems like years since we began walking this beach.
We've grown use to our toes in the sand,
but as the waves dance across the shore
the sand morphs into a sticky mud,
that we've yet to face

Our feet sink in,
keeping us from walking any farther.
Instead, telling us to stay
and make what we can of what's left

Centuries pass before we turn to each other
and salty tears stick to our faces
as we know what is to come.

You say your final words,
choking on them like venom,
before you turn your back on me
and gracefully dive into the waves.
Just to leave me alone on the sand.

The pain of you gone strikes a chord
causing my heart to crumble like a stone

I'll remember you for sure.
No matter where you go,
I always will

I can only ask you to do the same.
All I ask
is that you remember our footprints in the sand

— The End —