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Sigilism Aug 2011
If you really love me enough to
let me go without a fight
or a protest or even a “Please,
stay here with me,” then I suppose
I love you enough to walk away
without saying  

goodbye.
Sigilism Aug 2011
Sink Deeply into something
other than Despair
for once.
why don't we all just
sink Deeply into
Euphoria,
and sing Loudly from
the bottom of
our Chasm
i think it needs a bit more work but it's almost there
Sigilism Aug 2011
you thought you wanted
the truth at any cost, even pain

but the truth had
lay on you so heavily you hadn’t known pain.
you hadn’t known how it felt to have it
curl up in your stomach and
bleed into your veins.
you didn’t know the feeling of
a misery that increased with every heartbeat
as it  penetrated  your everyday living and breathing .

you never knew that
the truth felt like this.
Sigilism Aug 2011
i’ll hold onto this innocence
like a spider web waiting to tear.
(poisonous arachnid,
are you jealous of those
with only one set of eyes?)
Sigilism Aug 2011
i never meant a word i said;
i just wanted some proof i was still alive
wherever i could find it,
(even if that meant in the little bits of pain i felt
making the day run like streaks of rain
into tomorrow.)
is the title okay?
Sigilism Aug 2011
if one person were to reach down
and lend me their hand;
i would not be too proud
to take it.

let me pull myself
to my feet
and cease crawling midst the dust
of the life i used to have.

i would stop looking for dimonds
in the coals
and pick frayed ribbons up off the floor,
left over from all of the love given to me while
i was in the dark
and could not see.

i would wipe any tears from my eyes
and accidently smudge my face
with mud, I'm sure.

and you who saw me
and knew i was alone
would laugh sadly
and tell me;

‘everything's gonna be okay, love
yeah everything's gonna be
alright.’
i'm not too fond of this poem myself, but as it's my creation , i'm obliged to love it despite it's choppiness and awkwardness. truly they're only faults of my own

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