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Fi Apr 2015
Before I met you, I was a sapling -
But since then, I've grown.
And now that my branches have grown,
I'm closer to you than ever before.
And sometimes, my leaves,
Like fingertips,
Graze your matured bark in the breeze,
The same as when I timidly brushed against your thigh,

But, you are blooming with intimidating velocity
And I am wishfully thinking.

Because, to you,
I will always be that sapling,
And even though our branches may be at reach
They will always have to stretch to be together.
For our roots are anchored
Ever so deep in the ground
And there will always be that inescapable, heartbreaking space
Between our hopeless, tree trunk bodies.
We met too soon.
Damien Murphy Oct 2014
Remember when i tried to cook you
you said no, and i hugged you so tight?
you strangled my back
and i didn't fight
now i have the lipstick stains from last night

Did that kiss mean nothing?
or were you testing me?
rip out my stuffing.
so you'll see all the animatronic parts.

Whistle while you rip them out
and follow the sea of blue.
you'll find out soon that you have time to ****,
but the time will just **** you.

Drink all the drinks
breath all the breaths
you've been given an invitation
from your old friend, Death.

because while you're still living
the gold turns into glass
and what you thought was bad
becomes the fragile past.
connect me to the middle man.

— The End —