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It would make sense for me to tell you how I placed you in a box,
in the corners of my mind,
within solidarity,
in an untouchable reach.
Exasperated breaths of words that push and pull through my lungs,
but yet,
not quite make it.
You always told me that you were the corners,
the air in which I allow.
But I'm stuck here,
in the center of a box,
suffocating.
The Noose Dec 2013
I am the poison ivy coiled around her feet
Rendering her motionless and helpless
With lesions covering her body

She loves me violently and without limitation
Offers herself as sacrifice
In the hope of seeking my emancipation

Succumbed to the disorder, once again
My area of expertise
Mutterings of my meaningless sorries evaporate in the air
My head stays bowed
Just a relapse away from my demise

Immersed in water
Caught in the cruel unrelenting undertow
The weight of my burdens dragging me down
Sinking now
Suffocating
Suffoca……
This has no direction, will edit it when I'm feeling inspired.
gray rain May 2016
Emptiness
isn't loneliness
or sadness

it's not a feeling
feeling nothing
it's feeling something
that something's nothing

it's a pain
that drags you down
it's suffoca'in'
an attempt to drown

it controls how you feel
so controls nothing
yet somehow
controls everything

it's not a feeling
feeling nothing
it's feeling something
that something's nothing

it follows, it hollows
**no meaning, to being

— The End —