Worth is your weight in gold

shine you up, so sparkle

then throw you into my collection

I need more, so much more

gather up in handfuls, wondering

how much I can sell the human body for?

your only value

is the price tag around your wrist

I wooed your heart with poetry I’d written just for you, and sang you as a symphony, which stirred my very soul,
Never once suspecting what I thought would make you love me was not a means for doing so of which I had control.

I was just naïve enough to think I could ****** you with clever words of metered rhyme, and, for a while, I felt
My strategy was working well, never once suspecting that one I loved could actually deal the blow my heart was dealt.

Now you call to tell me you’ve discovered your mistake, and - certain that by telling me you’re sorry - I’ll give in,
Never once suspecting that, despite your many charms, your chance is gone forever at a love that - could have been.

Wither, weary eyes
  Come seek me here at high noon
    Blind, in the sunlight.
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   Silver light sings now
  Shadowing the night so deep;
Called, I answer.
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Down where mischief keeps
  Its uncertain ***** laughter
    I build my garden.
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     ***** and stick, the thorns
  Growing lovely now, the leaves
Rarer still, the rose.
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Icy crystals of frost
  Lacing the window like lattice
    Fading in the sun.
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   Whisper, quiet touch;
  Your skin, soft and supple;
My world, beside me.
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Wheezing, hacking hurt
  That torments me like the plague
    Springs sweet gift to me.

Through the burning heart of the sun
Till my thighs lose their tenderness
I shall scurry
Through wet ripe whirpools
Tills bones pick at the bellowing darkness
I shall speak such words
Till the air turns sour

In the depths of bottled oceans
Beneath the tides of scuttling waves where I find seagulls none
Where fish stride the torrential current
Reside in patience as they turret
Only to find themselves in the shelter of midnight
Oh so gay, without a reason to prise elation tonight

The woe was overpowering,
the mournful silence blaring.
Going round in circles in the labyrinth of sufferin'.
Thinking about a way out was no sin.
Unswerving and swift was the way out.
My existence was a doubt.
Starved for the last breath,
so I planned myself a death.

I never used to be that kid that collected anything
No rocks, no pennies,
not even souvenirs
Some even collected diaries
I tried so hard to form a habit of collecting something
So that I could look back to my childhood quirks and think
about the things that made me a kid

I never used to be that kid that collected anything
But I've grown to know that that was a lie
As memory came back, my past caught onto me
Memories started to become clearer, to my demise
Nothing compared to the weight that home carried
Not even my school bag
Turns out, I've always been the kid that collected something
That very thing turned out to be trauma

feels like you're floating at the universe
counting stars to prove your passion at first
all to know is to be like the light year;
hasty on safety!