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Somewhere, amongst the debris
of cigarettes after ***,
chemicals to induce sleep,
I forgot what it means to love.

I forgot what it means to breathe,
to sit still, and just be.

Somewhere, beneath these hooded seams
of solitude and well-versed grief,
beats a heart less cynical,
less tamed by vague distraction.

My nervous ticks and bad habits,
line of best fit for a near-hit
of satisfaction:

This is not enough, I know.
This is not nearly enough
to cool the bray of life
that still rattles meaning in my bones.

I forgot what it means to love,
what separates a house from a home.

Somewhere beyond this thirst
for brand-new words
is a gratitude for all that has been.
Every cliché holds a truth.

Every sentiment, a cocoon,
that I should lie so still inside

until I am wholesome,
until I am new.
C
Do you think we could spend more than nights together.
Maybe see the world and hop on flights whenever.
Perhaps politic and discuss the change in the weather.
Or gaze at the moon and look at  the stars forever.
However,I just want to be apart of all your endeavors.
I want nothing more than to bring you ultimate pleasure.
Because to me you're more than a  hidden treasure.
A ruby in disguise, a diamond in the rough
This distance between us is so **** tough.
But nothing in the world will ever stray me away, because with you my heart will forever stay.

— The End —