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deyrah 6d
I had a date with death.
She was cold, in a warm way.

The way she spake, it was enticing
The way she carried herself.
I fell in love.

I had a date with death.
She was lonely.
But she also saw other people.

I had a date with death.
She stood me up.

I had a date with death.
And i was alone, she was there.
Alone too.
We were lonely, together.

I had a date with death.
I joined her.
And we walked the path.
I went on a date today.
this isn’t going to be a poem
about how I found true love,
or how I met someone and
suddenly my problems all disappeared.

none of that happened.
this isn’t some fairytale and
I won’t sugarcoat my words.
I’m still hurting. I’m still furious
and confused and so, so tired.
these past few months
have not been pretty.
there is no way to
romanticize this pain,
and there is no reason to.

these past few months have been
breakup ***, followed by regret,
and then a rush of hope.
they have been relearning life
and drinking far too much,
blackouts and breakdowns
and *****.

I am healing, and that takes time.
I’m still emotional.

but I went on a date today.
it’s not a remedy for
magically forgetting. I didn’t forget.
it didn’t bring me total closure.

but I laughed today.
I listened today.
I was listened to today.
I talked about myself and my interests,
and my trauma wasn’t a
topic of discussion for the
first time in a very long time.
it was refreshing.

I went on a date today.
this isn’t something that
would be front-page news.
there wasn’t some
earth-shattering, incredible moment.
my life has not changed.

but today I had fun.
I felt relaxed and worry-free

and for the first time
in a very long time,
I went to bed
reflecting on my day
and not about all of
the days I spent
with you.
Baby, I’ll be your Dracula,
You know all I need is your heart.
You be the wicked witch,
All you will need is a hooked nose,
‘Cause you already cast your spell on me!
JW Oct 15
So **** close to dance
And noise making
With accents that could not
Be mistaken

I’d have let her wild
And matched her cause,
But she never wrote me
And left that dream loss

So I’ll sing to my own
And drink to my shadow,
While she dances alone
Til her night grows death idle
Senadaim Oct 13
It’s the little things that really catch you unprepared

She had lipstick on her front tooth

I found it to be love for me that I wasn’t allowed to witness

I should have told her but it became my secret

A treasure I will take with me to the beyond

I couldn’t help but smile every time she talked, a small pink would peak out on that canvas of white

Loud trains, walking shoppers and endless white noise

Yet all I could focus on was that millennial pink that I didn’t deserve

The greatest layer of color I will ever witness

A clumsy mistake but with what intentions?

The color won’t reveal its secrets

but it left a smile on my face
Mitch Prax Oct 6
We sat there in silence,
side by side,
hand in hand,
letting the crimson sunset
pour out its last waves of light.
Let it cleanse us of our
misery and hardship.
Tonight is about us, dear,
nothing else is real-
let time stand still.
m Sep 23
the better part of last-minute
and i spend it staring at your lips;
the poems spill out of your mouth
and stain my hand-me-down rug;
as if our brokenness is compatible,
my masochism needs company
and you are eager to disappoint.
the tongues and whispers of secrets
in a cyclical nature; i have been here before.
the familiarity the fear the focus:
the fallacy of finding love in an empty heart.
lover thy,
don't know what to do
or say,
im just happy around you
Carlo C Gomez Aug 14
Kinetic energy
Without equilibrium

A fixed star
Collapsing in on itself

There she stares unblinked
At stellar remnants

Sprawled face up
In the dry aqueduct

Holding her breath
He won't return
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