If I speak the truth,
Under the cold light of the moon,
I wish I had never met you.
You painted yourself a saint—
Sweet, devoted, promising the world.
But you were a thief,
Taking everything from me,
Leaving nothing but emptiness.
......
first mistake I made
grabbed the wooden world in my hands
then, scream
carpenter king
sully thyself
infant carvings subtract every moment
year after year, I
......
My community grows
then it dies.
A natural occurrence
no one can put on hold.
When our time to go arrives,
no one protests
since everyone knows
......
I’m living for those moments. The ones that only come once. The ones you hold on to for as long as you possibly can. I’m living for those moments because I need to stop replaying the old ones. I want you to drive fast, I want to jump high and fall hard. I want to feel the breeze through my hair and taste the fresh air. I want to fill my lungs with anything but fresh air, though just because I can. I want to be reckless and wild. Just because I can. I want to run until I can’t run anymore. I want a natural high and an artificial one too. I want to do everything worth doing because the possible regrets aren’t worth it. I don’t want to live with the what if’s. I want you to take me to the rooftop. I want to feel the wind under my feet, beckoning me to jump. I want to defy gravity, just because I can.
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I will not grant that I yet remember thy scent,
Nor that thy smile once was bright as day.
I will not grant that I recall our first embrace,
The first kiss, the first confession.
I mind it all, but to speak it, I refuse.
Many have said:
"Thou dost seek in each new man the shade of him,"
And though it be true,
......
Today, I braced myself to get through,
Waiting for two new cats to soothe—
Two lives to fill the empty space,
And calm the ache I can't erase.
As melodies played soft and clear,
I scrolled through my phone, drawing near.
In a glance, the world flew fast,
Like wind that blows and cannot last.
......
I will not grant that I yet remember thy scent,
Nor that thy smile once was bright as day.
I will not grant that I recall our first embrace,
The first kiss, the first confession.
I mind it all, but to speak it, I refuse.
Many have said:
"Thou dost seek in each new man the shade of him,"
And though it be true,
......
If I speak the truth,
Under the cold light of the moon,
I wish I had never met you.
You painted yourself a saint—
Sweet, devoted, promising the world.
But you were a thief,
Taking everything from me,
Leaving nothing but emptiness.
......
first mistake I made
grabbed the wooden world in my hands
then, scream
carpenter king
sully thyself
infant carvings subtract every moment
year after year, I
......
My community grows
then it dies.
A natural occurrence
no one can put on hold.
When our time to go arrives,
no one protests
since everyone knows
......