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Geneve Feb 2018
Perhaps love is just a small raft keeping us from drowning in the waters of life.

I am exhausted, weak. I cling to you.

The waves push me around, sometimes crash over me.

But my head is above water.

And I can breathe.

For now, that is enough.
Geneve Feb 2018
“You will be happy” said Life
But first ill make you strong,
It will make you question things in your life to work out what went wrong.

“You will be happy,” said Life,
But first, i’ll make you ill,
So ill that you’ll appreciate what it feels like to be well.

“You will be happy,” said Life,
But first ill make you cry,
Cry so many tears as you watch your many friends lives pass by.

“You will be happy,” said Life
But first ill cause you pain,
Pain you’ve never felt before,
You won’t tell the sunshine from the rain.

“You will be happy,” said Life
But first, i’ll make you strong,
Now I sit here wondering if my happy years have been and gone.
Geneve Feb 2018
Love,
And other drugs.




Though my cup runneth over,
Wine filled to the brim,
No matter how many bottles,
I can’t get over him.

Water, wine or spirits,
do not dull my pain;
Another wont hurt,
don’t refrain.

Life has become a deep chasm
So dehydrated and dry,
I am but cracked and crumbling,
I choose this way to die.

— The End —