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Oct 29 · 150
Luca C Oct 29
The leaves of the trees have
lost their color,
and are falling
to the ground,
cold, and dead.
The air bites
at any exposed skin
and I can no longer feel
my fingers.
The sky is always
dark and dull.
There are
no sounds
of birds in the morning
when I wake.
There are no flowers
in the frozen ground.
And as I sit, on the frigid
I realize,
that I have no reason to be here,
once again.
And there is nothing left
Sep 1 · 103
Luca C Sep 1
Maybe I'm tired.
What if I told you I couldn't remember the last time I've gotten more than seven hourse of sleep?
Would you believe me?
I could be lying to you.
I could be lying about staying up, starring at my ceiling with bloodshot eyes, thinking about what a girl, with purple hair and a heart, that once used to be so cold, told me words that i never wanted to hear.
Even if it might have only been in a dream
M­aybe you'd believe me if I described it with intricate detail?
The air was cold and the blanket I slept with didnt quite cover my shoulders or my feet
How the coldness touching my skin
Just matched the temperature
Inside my chest
and how
The side of my bed dipped from
Broken metal springs
Just like my bones
That felt close to dust
Because of the exhaustion
Off of my being
the red numbers on my alarm clock were six minutes too far
From the present
How the metal rings on my right hand
Cut into
My skin
But not enough to break the surface
How the hours passed
And i did not blink
I could not look
From the glowing stars I so oh
Deperately wanted to return to
To recycle myself into this earth
And maybe have a slight chance
Of giving back
Of all that I have taken from it
It meant
I wouldnt be so tired
But I could be lying.
I could be.
What if I am?
If I told you I was, would you believe me?
Maybe not
Because only someone who has felt like that can put it into pretty words? So I musnt be lying?
This is the age of sin. But you choose the lens you look at the world through
Aug 14 · 511
A Labyrinth of Sorts
Luca C Aug 14
This is etched
into my bones,
into my very being.
And i
don't want to be
by the flawed framework
of my
tell me,
what does it take to escape?
Lead me out, head first into something deeper.
Luca C Aug 10
And I have been fighting,
I have been fighting since
I knew I had to fight.
Since I knew what it was.
I was fighting against the smoke
that blew its way
out of my brother's lungs
in the middle of the night
when he thought i was asleep.
I was fighting against my father's uncontrollable anger,
and hands that roamed my body
when I didn't want them to.
I was fighting against my friends darkness
and my own.
But I never once,
had to fight you.
Not you, thats why you were different. You were the one thing that i loved, that i didnt need to fight.
Aug 7 · 105
Luca C Aug 7
I have these masses of hollow spaces inside of my chest,
and I don't mean to get my hopes up, but I want to believe,
that you are trying to do some good. But meanwhile,
I am ******* air into this body;
I can't feel my lungs,
and I realize,
that I don't want any of it.
I dont need any of it; I can fix myself
Aug 6 · 967
White noise
Luca C Aug 6
And all they heard was,
white noise.
In the midst of their own self destruction.
Nobody can hear us. Because no one is listening.
Aug 2 · 1.7k
Luca C Aug 2
Thats the thing about poetry,
you think im talking about a
broken heart,
when really,
Im talking about a broken
Words can hide things
Aug 2 · 252
Luca C Aug 2
There are teeth
that gaurd the one
and only
me, I have ever known.
The one that hurts
anyone they've ever loved;
the one that destroys everything it lays its eyes on.
Jul 24 · 63
Luca C Jul 24
I would have traveled the world looking for you,
never had I came across something
so painfully beautiful
as that kiss.
I wish it was something I could capture,
and share with the universe,
that this
this is what its like.
This is how it feels,
to fall.
Ill be missing you

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