The Dead

I wish I didn’t know what it is that I know
I’d stop myself from going down a path I never grow
Then I’d never sneer when I see an old photo
I’d never ever wonder who I’d be without the woe

I wish I didn’t know what it is that I know
I’d stop myself from packing all of this emotional cargo
I seem to carry it with me no matter where it is I go
I’d gladly give it to you but there’s no place left to stow

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Haunting

You keep haunting me

Scars

Trigger warning. Themes of depression, cutting, and suicide.

Debts

They say when someone rescues you, you become indebted to them forever. It's true.

Dear Tribe

Just my love

In The Ever

We belong together, like orbits decaying

PoeEternal

Be tender with my will
Craters have formed from the impact of your words
They crush and pulverize
How deep do my crevices go?
Their corridors are dark
And fill with regolith
I tremble with aftershocks
As your words settle into the cold
My bones hold worries unknown
My smooth surface eroding from longing
I’d let you hide in my depths
Come and go with the shadows
See how the light races around my hole
It falls into aches and covers the night with hope
I am longing to find you there
Your words move quicker than light-speed
I am hollow, penetrate me
Watch how the dust settles
There’s a glimmer of destiny there
Satisfaction
Unison
We belong together
Like orbits decaying
Feel the pull
Shake me
The more you resist, the harder I tug
Inevitability
Had you not found me when you did
My darkness might have perished forever

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Trigger

A poem about how he destroyed his greatest love of all (and yet love survived)

Blue Diamonds

I try to forget him but then the sky shows colors of his eyes and beard. He's everywhere yet nowhere.

Tormented

Endless bitterness

Maps To Purgatory

Saline tears, darkest fears

All Over Me

I need you forever

Luminesce

For the one I adore

Abort

Until him I had no worth

Together Or Separate

...We create storms

Has-been

He once called me his angel and queen. Now I'm just a has-been.

No Filter Monday (go with me here)

No filter Monday!! Ahem. Selfies in isolation. Open for a scare.

The Garden of Us

PoeEternal

Maybe if he understood the need
How longing is growing like a weed
And in between the distance and the stars that truly listen
I know he’d rather have me in the lead

Maybe if I took the time to plead
And nurtured space like it was a seed
The stuff that would be growing is the energy in knowing
That fate will come to help us both succeed

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Final Notice

Angsty poetry cuz I never grew up and never will.

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