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anna May 2020
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Everyone is much
Happier than you
Because you don't
Know how to move on
Despite the fact
That she's long gone.
I can't decide on a title.
anna May 2020
You
You -
The ink that always stains,
The poison in my veins,

It's all you.
Micropoetry isn't really my thing, but I have given it a try anyways.
anna May 2020
There lies the abandoned park bench
We sat there a year ago

Now stained with infinite dust, rain
Pouring torrents of strange anger and

Pulsing sorrow- a heaving chest
Rising and falling , tide like crest

Certain gravity to the fall, to the fallen
(pun unintended)
Unceasing in releasing;

Dusk, dawn
Fall , rise
Black, white

Just universal polarity like
The one between you and me.

A hand to hold, a smile to crave,
A heart to feel, a love to cherish;

All now lies washed down
Dust in the rain
Solitary drops now remain.
An old feeling crept up on me.
anna May 2020
You are but
A phantom,
A ghost,
A faint footprint




Of course-
Been death and dust,
For aeons and ages,
Within vanquished pages,
And crumbling stone
You are all that is left
When my lives adjourn.
Gets hard to breathe sometimes....
anna May 2020
Today I cut again
Metal against skin
Blade against blood
Scattered scarlet slits.

Today I cut again
And again and again
And again, and yet again
Scars lining up again.

Straight, perfect incisions
My skin - in delirium
A beta endorphin high
Maybe a silent, silent cry.

Today I cut again
My razor, it kissed me
Quite insane;
Again, I cut again
Everything apparently happens for a reason, right?
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