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Molly Gooderham Mar 2014
lost in the hallways of your oppressed existence
unaware that one person could accommodate so much tragedy,
you weren't alone but it was hard to tell through all the darkness,
as the world burdened you
you burdened me
unaware that while you were bruising on the outside, i was bruising within
constantly searching for a window to open to scream out "i love you"
you should know that for every poisonous word you hear, i am screaming out "i love you"
and every time you claw at the surface of you and at the entirety of me, i will always scream "i love you"
you convince yourself you're worthless
and sometimes i start to believe it too
but then i find a new door
and unearth something new, stop burying yourself under your discontentedness and let me show you what i've found
you have so much inside you but you don't let us make a sound
i finally find windows but you've got them locked tight
pushing past an ocean of admirers i give up the last of my fight
and with waves crashing behind me, poison seeps through the panes
i lift my hand up to touch it but i still feel the same
i want to open up the latches and scream out "i love you" but i can't say a word
everyone around you is telling you they love you but you lock us away and you don't let us be heard,
yet we consume this poison willingly, and hand in hand wade through the halls
and when we finally find that open window
you know
what we'll call

m.g.
S Smoothie Feb 2014
Folder: Soul mates
I feel the fire in your hands
Burn before you even touch me

I feel the depth of your unspoken words
Before they hit me and pull another's love aside

I burn for you,
a blue flame of discontentedness

I melt with you
Into oily silky velvety fuild

It seeps in through my heart
And stains my soul vibrant colours then black.

You are a vampire of Passion
And I a victim of lust

Lost to the hypnotic call of an ancient
Vow which desolates for all ages to come,
my eternal now.
Michael Marchese Dec 2020
Am I just bitterness
Unfulfilled
Discontentedness
Restless
And anxious
Just want to escape this
Perpetual do-over day
None to blame
But myself
For this dismal, morose,
Woe is me
Soul decay
Which I know to say sounds
Like a lousy clichè
Not the writer’s expressive
Quintessence
Expected
From one such as I
Am by others rejected
Insect among tachyons
God among atom bombs
Nothing else left
Except left-leaning martyrdom
And whom I long
To behold at least once
More before
I return
To this ongoing war with
What keeps me from her

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