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broken
Petals fall, from the bloody blackness of this rose, that cast its shadow on my heart.
I clutch the stem, thorns exposing the fact, that I cannot bleed now that im without you.
I want to cry, I want to break down, I want to prove I am human.
I am emotionless and immobile.
I am heartbroken.
Falling faster into this dark swarming of lost souls, I hear my heart beat for the last time.
I've lost my sense of time, as I wander through this quicksand of lost hope. Sinking... Sinking.
I hate the judgmental.
I hate the superficial.
I hate the subconscious dream world you drag me into every time I feel your embrace.
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letter
I've loved you since you wrote me poems.
you became my muse,
my insperation.
my words wouldn't run in ink to pages,
if you hadn't given me interest.
I watch you poison yourself,
and you don't know,
I'm making sure you're okay in everything you do
to make sure my baby doesn't overdose
(or choke on her finger)
Even though we're so distant,
if this were two years prior
and i had said the right thing
im sure we'd still be together.
If i'm ever reconsidering love,
and the way i love,
i'm considering you.
and i know things are rough,
and that i'm not there,
but you don't know how much i want to be.
i miss you.
so two years have
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