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 Feb 2015 Tide Islands
mrmonst3r
I don't know how to continue —
Without knowing you.
Your goodbye
Left me a stranger
                  to this world.
The days
Are weeks.
The weeks
Are years.
The nights
Grow darker.
Each winter,
Colder.
You took my love,
My heart.
My lungs.
Hymns to the darkness.
Blood for the sun.
I wait.
I wait.
You don't explain.
Endlessly,
The daggers rain.
He fell in love,
With the idea of her.
But he realized too late
that ideas aren't people
and they never do
what you expect.
People aren't things to dream about.
People are imperfect beings
And they don't fit into
Your misunderstood notions.
Foolish ideas, foolish emotions,
Now he's her fool,
Juggling his own life
For her entertainment.
 Jan 2015 Tide Islands
Metanoia
I'm not doing
**** today
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