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 Nov 2015 September
ghost girl
all the time I loved you
I was digging my own grave -
and you were kind enough
to lend me your shovel.

I was on fire, burning alive -
you emptied your glass
and asked if I needed another match,
or maybe a lighter.
To even think of her name makes those words bounce around my brain,
As hard as a head would be thrashed around a car in a crash,
For one To make me feel these very emotions, it makes me feel insane,
once they're out of your life its a missing piece never the same.
My chest aches and throbs like the bones of those passed their time in a nursing home frail, alone, waiting to die closing in on the last goodbye.
Her jade coloured eyes glisten like the gems they are, but only in a picture of my mind that it had taken, despite me wanting to forget, trying to not let regret stab through like a bayonet to my heart, it spikes through when i'm lonesome and the sadness overcomes my mind at dark times.
After All the time that passed all the tears we cried everything we learned I feel I'd rather die than lie and say i'm okay while drying my eyes and quickly running off with a quick goodbye.
Than have your name come back to me have my body shake and my conscious scream trying to escape this dream turned nightmare trapped in this reoccurring theme.
But for now you're gone and it might be for good for nothing I do can ever come close oh what I wouldn't what I couldn't say to make you stay
All the stones skipped to the sea making wishes on stars for thee all those coins in the fountain, all the words I put together a failed art none of which could fix my heart
I still wish I can I wish I might wish once more for this love to start almost every night hoping something might. just bring your beauty back
But there still nothing but aching in this sinking heart with no end in sight
 Nov 2015 September
Garrett
As my blood coursed throughout
I was fortified in your love
Rapped your knuckles on my chest
Asking to become a memory

With a three inch incision
I welcome you home
I play with your hair
You hold my viscera

Blood coursed throughout
Staring, entwined, hazel eyes
Evaluating every valve and ventricle
As you're what keeps them beating
 Nov 2015 September
Garrett
I don't think I can stand to bare
Loving something that was never there
Having these feelings, just to compare
Was this whole last year just out of despair?
 Nov 2015 September
Eliot York
Under the orange
street lights
it's 3am

Longing to find him,
she skulks alone
in the dark

And as London sleeps
her cries go unheard
by all but one
The other night, I woke up to the calls
of a red fox outside of my window. They sounded
something like http://youtu.be/gVLvw-LhWyQ
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