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Jo Apr 2014
She
I know a sadness so consuming, I am left empty
She thrusts herself into the pit of your stomach, the tips of your fingers
Claws her way into your mind
stupid  useless  ugly  unloved
She is the broken record player on which these inner-devils are played
She is the inevitable darkness that spoils your soul
The black tar that contaminates all those you touch

You have become her
You are now the constant burden your mother carries on her back
(You've already sacrificed too much for me)
The ice-cold shoulder that saddens your ailing father
(You deserve a better daughter)
The anxious palpitations of your little sister's heart
(I'm supposed to be your protector)

I'm so sorry
Jo Apr 2014
Horrified by my reflection:
A cynical, disillusioned idealist

Horrified,
Indifferent

You were a
Silly boy
Spouting nonsense of hope and humanity

Silly Boy
Your sun-kissed caramel eyes cannot move me
I am stone
Your goofy grin cannot give me hope
I am empty

Your eruptive, childish laugh will not change me
Stunned
It echoes through my being,
Infectious
This smile is easy

Chocolate brown orbs meet honey-hued ones
Hopelessness meets hope
Tarnished meets pure

Silly Boy
Your better tomorrow doesn't seem so "silly" anymore

For, if the world has produced such beauty in you
Surely, it cannot be so bad
For, if there exists a beauty that can melt this frozen heart,
Surely, there must be hope
Gosh, I wrote this ages ago (2010). This boy meant a lot to me and he was so special. To this day, I have never been able to find someone with even remotely as beautiful soul as his.

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