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Unraveled now in the depths of an old rage
I knew we were bound to find something
that could be rekindled.
you'll wear a new skin,
you'll be a new age
and we will find each other
where everything happens at the right time.
I still find little specs of love
floating in the things that I like to do
to pass the time.
you still haunt me in my dreams,
when all I want to do is sleep,
hollow like a skeleton,
hear my bones clicking together as I run away
from this again?
Even the second time around,
I know you won't stay
I knew we were bound to find something
that could be rekindled.
you'll wear a new skin,
you'll be a new age
and we will find each other
where everything happens at the right time.
I still find little specs of love
floating in the things that I like to do
to pass the time.
you still haunt me in my dreams,
when all I want to do is sleep,
hollow like a skeleton,
hear my bones clicking together as I run away
from this again?
Even the second time around,
I know you won't stay
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Time passes and I still end up saying your name, when I told myself I wouldn’t let it slip out of my lips.
Memories are still clear as ever, painfully so, although they’re starting to merge into one colossal dream that managed to become a nightmare in a matter of seconds.
I wonder if you wonder, the way I wonder.
I wonder if this is just a writers mind.
Lost, confused, scared, hurt, sad, lament, pain, excuses, replaying, broken, worthless.
–– These are just some of the words that come to mind, when I think of our final chapter. They taste rancid in my mouth, and I spit them out on days I remember our story.
Your f
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Storm Ravaged Hope
Petals are a scatter
Across rain torn grass,
Vines caressing leaves
Fallen from bare trees
To the right, the garden
Holds a scene of crush -
Remains of rose petals
Create a scene of red
Shimmering beneath
Lightning strikes
One blood red petal fallen
For every death occurred
In this unknown village
But there in the midst
Lies a rose of black,
Drenched in sorrow
From its very tip
To the loose roots
Remained in the soil
A few darkened petals
To remember our losses,
But a living death
Meant for true hope
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he saved me
, but he killed me.
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i. first light- i met you in a crimson forest.
it was a rose garden summer, and out of a black mercedes
you walked out, your five year old eyes greener than
sunlit saplings
you reached up to pluck a rose from its stem, and offered it to me.
"what's your name?"
daddy told me that i couldn't tell strangers my real name.
I looked at the rose in my hand.
"Rose."
you smiled, you were a seastorm of now long-gone innocence.
i didn't understand
but I knew.
ii. i forgot about you for
1562 days, 11 hours, and 22 minutes,
you shouted
my name, but i didn't recognize you
until i saw your
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