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there was a moment in time
when death sat beside me on a park bench
and he had rested his hand on the gap between us

i,

too,

rested my hand there
and brushed my fingers against his

and for a chaste moment
i savoured the warmth of his skin
and intertwined my hand with his

but he stood up

and left

and maybe he knew,

it was for the better.
it was the right option
You speak of apologies
When your absence leaves a void within my days
I cannot meet the wants your heart so often craves
Yet thoughts of us persist in soft degrees

You say you're not the perfect one for me
And my love only exists in fairytales
But sorry, like a whisper in the shadow
Means little when you're all I long to see

You are the shining light in my soul
No other love can stir this deep within
You're the one, forever true love
In every heartbeat, it's you

In Love’s Sonnet, you're the verse I play
No other love can truly replicate
the weather has changed
storm clouds overhead
while wars rage across the land
men women and children
indiscriminately die
for the cause of peace
that no one seems to find
the weather has changed
battle carried to the skies
we fight our own environment
all of us on the losing side
I have heard
A very strange fact.
You could bite off your finger,
If your brain allowed the act.
Letting go of you
Is a similar feat.
I have to stop loving you,
But my mind admits defeat.
I would stay away
If I could fathom the pain.
But science prevents me,
Because of my brain.
TW: Self-harm
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I’ve never looked as good in diamonds
as I have in red. Blood:

a string of pearls around my wrist.
Crimson lace—garter caressing thigh.

Diamonds don’t shine in sorrow
the way steel does.
I don't like public speaking
I try to like the public
Majored in philosophy
Not the most practical subject

2 weeks in Japan
Baby I'm amazed
Kyoto silences
Is the way I prays

                 Rainy days
Hard to admit to myself
I want to be remembered
Maybe because of the breakup
Maybe Life of Pi

Some good thing
Some thing that sings
Before my time to die

              Aye! Aye! Aye!
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