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thinkinghertz Oct 2018
you're a rose with invisible thorns
pricking the life out of me
but the poison you inject
prevents me from letting go--
thinkinghertz Sep 2018
I stared deep into the craters of the Harvest moon
Looking for her eyes, but instead I found her
smile staring down at me just as it always has been.
thinkinghertz Sep 2018
I loved her then, but
I've fallen in love with her
many more times since.
thinkinghertz Aug 2018
I found myself lost
in the eyes of universe
staring into space
thinkinghertz Jul 2018
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Why can't I give up on you?
thinkinghertz Jul 2018
threatened by your indifference
picking petals off a flower
"she loves me, she loves me not"
driving insanity to the forefront
with this insatiable desire for love
but it was apparent, interest was lost.
thinkinghertz Jul 2018
He burst in through the door and started choking her
the sounds of her screams echo throughout the neighborhood
but not as loud as they echo through this brain with the vision
of how helpless and alone she looked in the darkness of the night.

He said it was because of an abortion, but it was really from flushing his ****** down the toilet. so she faced an addicts anger writhing and wrangling his bony fingers around her gasping throat.

That was the pivotal moment that took her from west to east with her children on her mind. With no real plan in her head, she did the only thing she could do--she ran. She ran as far away as possible with dreams of providing a future out of nothing.

20 odd years later and she did what she promised and became a queen in the process, revered by her children and those around her.

To this day, this incredulous and very ****** father remains incapable of saying sorry for the pain he's caused to everyone he's ever hurt in this life. But if there was ever a role model of who not to become, it was he--he who taught them that they are not their father, who preaches ideals of false love and idols in a fantasy realm, incapable of facing the world he is currently in.

Now he suffers, rotting away with disease, slowly dying as his body decays and fades away as he is slowly forgotten in the endless stream of time.

Even still, his words still find their way through emails and illegible text messages, still spreading the hate that he believes is love. Is it wrong to long for the day when he can no longer hurt people with his words and lack of love?

Is it wrong to want to be the one to take his last breath away and choke him the way he choked the queen of his children and watch his eyes fade to the back of his head as he gets what he's longed for so long--death?

If only he could be so lucky. But his sins run deep in his collapsed veins and dysfunctional brain. The mother may have run away with the children, but he is running away from the truth, drowning himself in the blame game, for he is the victim and this world did him wrong.

So he awaits deliverance into the next realm--what he expects to find, no one knows, though surely it will not be good. The pain he's caused is too great to be forgiven so easily.
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