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dan Oct 2015
it's been so long since I was happy
2 years, if I recall.
it was simple, weird and cruel
but now I hate it,
more and more.

if I pursued someone else, I'd be happy.
hung up and I always fall.
I've always realised, I'm the fool
and I hate me,
more and more.
dan Oct 2015
every time I close my eyes ,I see
the me who was happy.
his smile was as wide as it can be
as he wished things wouldn't change for an eternity

as the darkness envelops me, I see clearly
the mistakes I made back when I was happy.
I was a fool that believed i could be loved
by someone like you who was way above.

in the end, it was darkness who was with me.
it held my hand as cried to sleep
and told me that he's there for free
as it hugged me tight while I weep.

my mind is dark, like my world in reality.
my heart slowly hardens and is turning into stone
as my body fell due to gravity
as I lay there, on my cold, pavement throne.
  Oct 2015 dan
Jane
I can see through your walls that you're hurting,
But I can't tell you I'm the reason you're breaking,
I'm sorry I put you in agony,
Putting you through tragedy,
Maybe some day when I see you again,
I would promise to explain,
Something you would never comprehend,
Or maybe we could just play pretend,
About how we were once in love,
Til next time when I see you from above.
I'm,
sorry
  Oct 2015 dan
Rory MacLure
some day you'll meet a boy who will love you as i do and that love will scorch the breath from your lungs and bring you to your knees.

his love will tear at your breast and dare the cold to touch the skin that he has claimed.

his love will be a fierce thing.

it will scream with bared teeth and red rimmed eyes, as storms are wont to do when trapped inside something so small as a heart.
  Oct 2015 dan
Hank Helman
Odd
What an odd ingredient sadness is.  

It salts a tear, bittersweets a kiss,
Hungers us for the things we miss,
Ever abundant, such a convenient thing,
I can find it in everything.

A death, a birth, I cry for both,
Gild a sorrow, a wistful hope,
Ripe melancholy I savour most,
Yet a pinch too much is a lethal dose.

I was often told it shouldn’t be,
But the clown that frowns was the perfect me,
Thin taunt and cackle, ghosts everywhere,
Sometimes I hide, but it’s still right there.

Perhaps I’ll woo this lifelong friend,
Embrace this thing I cannot mend.
Odd comfort in a peculiar way,
To know this thing is here to stay.
Is sadness a bad thing?  Why?
dan Oct 2015
this last confession to you
is something I dread.

feelings I've kept
are haunting me like the dead.

these things I'll say to you
are the last nonsense you'll hear.

because I fear that I'll shatter
and everyone would cheer.
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