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Two-step verification — it takes two to fall in love,
but that’s yet to be confirmed. Grinding gears just
to talk, shifting through awkward conversations,
but we can’t reverse all the bad things we’ve said
at those rushing high speeds.

Lovers with underwear conversations, trying to fix
what they barely understood, so unaware of what’s
really the problem. We run into relationships holding
open scissors —the result? Just another love story
cut too short.

But teach yourself to love someone new, still maybe
the lesson won’t stick. So brace for impact when they
say, "I truly love embracing you."

And I feel like Saturday news — as they talk about us
like weekend headlines. They say I left my imprint
on you, but that just comes from being pressed for
a time, rushing to report every mistake before the
feeling fades.

Needing nothing — and in the same breath, needing
each other. Yet neither of us has anything long-lasting
to give. To love someone with real deep depth while
they only offer surface depth. Lurid entertainments.
Frozen, unflattering coitus. And quoting someone else’s
expressions because we’re too shy to speak out our own
love language.

Two people, extending their existence — but modern
love feels like this: one of us still alive in the moment,
while the other is just living in a picture without you
in the end. ////// You claimed to be bound to each
other, but it was really bound to end
Eleanor Apr 2020
It feels like I'm screaming into a void
Yet I know you all can hear.
I can’t figure out why you don’t respond,
Is it anger? Maybe fear?

Or is it apathy towards
A fellow human soul.
Or maybe you just think
That my tragedy has gotten old.

Two years on and I still
Feel like ****,
Still struggling on my own
To deal with it.

Two years and I could still
Cry at the drop of a hat.
But you just don’t seem ready
To deal with that.

I could not make it anymore  
Obvious if I tried;
That I've been falling apart
Since my brother died.

You told me to stop
Hiding how I feel behind a wall.
That if I spoke honestly
There would be help from you all.

I no longer even try
To hide how I feel
When you ask, my answer
Of pain Is real.

So, I'll keep talking,
And you’ll keep ignoring what I say
I'll keep talking
And I'll never be okay.
This was written during the anniversary of my brother's death. Sometimes it feels like your calls for help aren't being heard but that doesn't mean you should stop calling. There is always someone there to help even if you think there isn't <3
Cameron Eleon May 2016
We don’t speak any more.
Nails fly out of your mouth to crucify
while I oscillate between hanging in pained silence
and screaming thoughtlessly back at you.
But far worse than your nails drawing blood
is the piling of the silent stones, day by day,
into a monument I cannot climb,
inscripted with the character of your life I can no longer read.
Could I ever?
You bludgeon me with “you will never understand.”
I never believed you until now.

I cannot see your knights
and know not what dragons they have slain for you.
I was once your champion.
Your laughter is shrouded when I am near,
although I hear it report from a distance,
its absence piercing shooting pain.
I cannot know your particular darkness
for the shadows are yours and yours alone.
But I knew something of your lands once
and sacrificed more than a little blood on your soil.

You fence me in lines I never drew.
But perhaps if you just start again
by telling me a secret,
the garden we once planted together
will not lie so barren and unkept.
I tend it still.
Tell me a secret
that I might once more whisper to your heart.
Few things are quite so bewildering as feeling far apart from the person you hold closest.  It leaves you wandering emotionally, clinging to hope that they will one day, again. let you in.

— The End —