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The salty ocean air bit his ears.
The sea was angry.

I'm not like you.
Stay there.
Go away.


Silence.

He turned around and walked.
She would never let him truly kiss her.
But his lips had been all over that skin.

I'm done.
You won't let me in.


He felt something crack inside him.
Like a plank of wood shattering.
He felt the shrapnel.

*Medic...
I feel like in these verses
I pour my pain into poetry
Endless piety and sadness
Wretched yet filling
I feel like the pain is what keeps me writing
All that keeps me occupied
If I can't show you my heart with words
I am lost
Simply cast adrift on a sea of loneliness
With no outlet, swallowing myself.
Consumed by my head
Drowning in my own tears
Tearing myself apart at the seams
So that's why I write
So I don't simply become
Another suicide.
And baby,
Ill apologize when you finally spot my flaws.
A little mole on my side,
The rough of my feet,
The divot in my jaw.
Youll say theyre nothing,
And you say youll love me more.
But will you?
Will you be able to,
When theres nothing left to adore?
Will you when you see
The invert of my hips,
The cracks on my lips?
The scars on my legs and shoulders,
The tears that turn to boulders?
A chunk of missing flesh in my left thigh,
The way my light breath can turn to a heavy sigh?
The already forming wrinkles,
The way that I cry,
And how my nose crinkles?
The sensitivity of my eyes,
The part of me that has already died?
My ability to stand tall,
How easy it is for me to break and fall?
When you realize all of this...
Will you still be here for the long haul?
I have a question burning somewhere inside,
It's the kind of question you should hide,
I want to ask it,
I want it to be asked.
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