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I saw something
in the core of your eyes that night.
no matter the dark that surrounded the dampness of your lids,
I saw something and I knew, even with your grieved vision,
that you saw something too.
I can still see my breath when I go there,
under the old dying oak tree that reaches for the frozen lakes
that I last saw you at.
a hanging tree, I think.
the strength of skin could not be my fault.
A man could not stop an oak from growing,
even if he cuts it down.
and you found your roots in steel
the day I called you and told you that
I saw a light in you.
I did not beg or grovel,
not I a king to you an assassin
and so you went, not saying another word.
if you are selfish, then so am I.
and if anyone asks, I will have no explanation
for myself.
you said you saw the light too,
but it did not belong to this world.
I don' t have nightmares
now that I cannot see.
so I suppose you were right all along.
that light did not belong.
not yet.
in the core of your eyes that night.
no matter the dark that surrounded the dampness of your lids,
I saw something and I knew, even with your grieved vision,
that you saw something too.
I can still see my breath when I go there,
under the old dying oak tree that reaches for the frozen lakes
that I last saw you at.
a hanging tree, I think.
the strength of skin could not be my fault.
A man could not stop an oak from growing,
even if he cuts it down.
and you found your roots in steel
the day I called you and told you that
I saw a light in you.
I did not beg or grovel,
not I a king to you an assassin
and so you went, not saying another word.
if you are selfish, then so am I.
and if anyone asks, I will have no explanation
for myself.
you said you saw the light too,
but it did not belong to this world.
I don' t have nightmares
now that I cannot see.
so I suppose you were right all along.
that light did not belong.
not yet.
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L over
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
Literature
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.
_
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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