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The fact that no one stops
For more than a minute
A soon-to-forget remembrance
A quick text
The fact that no one stops their life
To stand beside yours
Perhaps
The fact that no one does
Even when you tell them not to
This ever complicated cycle between the heart and the tongue
This ever persistent need for someone to stop and know
So wearing out
And increasingly pathetic
More than loneliness
These facts couldn’t only be this
Because you know that loneliness has long since scarred you
And made a lovely home of you
For more than a minute
A soon-to-forget remembrance
A quick text
The fact that no one stops their life
To stand beside yours
Perhaps
The fact that no one does
Even when you tell them not to
This ever complicated cycle between the heart and the tongue
This ever persistent need for someone to stop and know
So wearing out
And increasingly pathetic
More than loneliness
These facts couldn’t only be this
Because you know that loneliness has long since scarred you
And made a lovely home of you
Literature
Self-love
Emotions flowing without shape, a river of songs wild and strange, harmonious light on the surface, dark dissonance lurking beneath, reflecting the beauty found in you, you looked and seeing yourself, fell in love like beautiful Narcissus. Transformed into a flower, I caress your delicate petals, before crushing you in my hands, only to see you reborn again, with your stem covered in thorns.
Literature
Does it bother you?
Does it bother you
That I am incomplete?
An empty shell
Left behind
Utterly weak.
Does it bother you
That I am broken?
Scattered pieces
Endlessly lost
Never to be spoken.
Does it bother you
That I am defeated?
Lost to the world
Forgotten by all
Forever to be repeated.
Does it bother you
That I am lost?
Forever wandering
In the shadows of life
A whisper never to exhaust.
Does it bother you
That I am enslaved?
By my memories
And darkened thoughts
A soul never to be saved.
Literature
THE DISAPPEARING DREAM
To appear and reappear in a dream Falling through mirrors Eyes without a soul Shadows past by the flickering of the candle light Lost in the image of a faded photograph Buried in your memories of a forgotten time There you stand naked and afraid, with your back against the wall
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Sometimes, I wish I could give you a hug!! This is a very deep piece!