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i.
i was a small speck of moon rock caught out of orbit
and you were a planet,
and to all of your oceans and landscapes,
i had been nothing but stardust.
ii.
you were a powerful addiction
the likes of which i could not quit
(the first hit's free, kid, what harm could it do)
and as much as i struggled to hide the bloodshot eyes
and track marks
and trembling fingers trying to undo your zippers and belts,
i never could, not ever.
i have always been much too terrible at keeping secrets
and you have always been a much too terrible secret
that i have never meant to hide.
iii.
a small fly caught in a web
knows before it ever really knows
that it will be the spider's next meal.
similarly, i knew before i ever truly knew you
that you would be the one to capture me
in your tangled net of deceit
and drink me dry.
you were not a breathy, romantic edward cullen
seeking reform--
no, you were a power thirsty dracula
and i, a breathless bride
begging to be taken.
iv.
grief strikes the heart like a bullet
and, honey, i am certainly no superman--
i am only clark kent, just a normal kid
looking for a little normalcy in a world without any,
not immune to the shots you fire.
and, boy, did you fire off a strong one:
a weapon of lies and adultery and
hostility and anger,
a silver bullet to shoot down my propositions
before they are uttered.
the despair in my veins is so heavy
that i bend until
i break.
v.
whenever i drink stale,
bitter coffee
(no cream, no sugar),
i think of you
because the aftertaste is exactly
the same.
vi.
you are a hole in the sidewalk.
i have fallen in too many times,
not knowing where i am
or what i am doing,
until the falling became a habit that i could not quit.
(you are a drug, baby, and i am hooked.)
the time came when i learned, finally,
to climb out of the hole,
and then the time when i walked around it
instead of falling in.
now i have reached the place
where i am walking down
a different road
entirely.
i was a small speck of moon rock caught out of orbit
and you were a planet,
and to all of your oceans and landscapes,
i had been nothing but stardust.
ii.
you were a powerful addiction
the likes of which i could not quit
(the first hit's free, kid, what harm could it do)
and as much as i struggled to hide the bloodshot eyes
and track marks
and trembling fingers trying to undo your zippers and belts,
i never could, not ever.
i have always been much too terrible at keeping secrets
and you have always been a much too terrible secret
that i have never meant to hide.
iii.
a small fly caught in a web
knows before it ever really knows
that it will be the spider's next meal.
similarly, i knew before i ever truly knew you
that you would be the one to capture me
in your tangled net of deceit
and drink me dry.
you were not a breathy, romantic edward cullen
seeking reform--
no, you were a power thirsty dracula
and i, a breathless bride
begging to be taken.
iv.
grief strikes the heart like a bullet
and, honey, i am certainly no superman--
i am only clark kent, just a normal kid
looking for a little normalcy in a world without any,
not immune to the shots you fire.
and, boy, did you fire off a strong one:
a weapon of lies and adultery and
hostility and anger,
a silver bullet to shoot down my propositions
before they are uttered.
the despair in my veins is so heavy
that i bend until
i break.
v.
whenever i drink stale,
bitter coffee
(no cream, no sugar),
i think of you
because the aftertaste is exactly
the same.
vi.
you are a hole in the sidewalk.
i have fallen in too many times,
not knowing where i am
or what i am doing,
until the falling became a habit that i could not quit.
(you are a drug, baby, and i am hooked.)
the time came when i learned, finally,
to climb out of the hole,
and then the time when i walked around it
instead of falling in.
now i have reached the place
where i am walking down
a different road
entirely.
Literature
I'm So Tired Of Being Here
I'm so tired of being here
I'm trapped by all my fears
I wish you could see me now
Broken and crying for help
My blood it flows
And I don't want it to stop
I'm so tired of being here
I'm trapped by all my fears
I wish I could heal myself
Wipe all these tears away
But my heart it bleeds
And I don't know how to stop the blood
I'm so sick of being hurt
I'm trapped in my own mind
I wish I could hear those songs
But then I remember you
And I now I cry again
God why can't I be a man?
Literature
Ordinary Day
It was just another ordinary day.
The sky was clear.
The sun was bright.
The leaves were blowing slightly.
I suddenly heard a heavy knock on the door.
Confusion ran through my head.
I carefully walked towards the door.
Slowly.
Before I even arrived the door slammed opened.
Three shadows came intothe house.
They came around me.
Mocking me.
Taunting me.
Demeaning me.
I cried out for help, but no one heard my cries.
Denial.
Deception.
Death.
Clawing into my soul.
Changing who I was.
Tears streamed down my face.
I gently rubbed my tears and gasped at what I saw.
Red tears.
Blood.
It shimmered brightly in the sunlight.
I
Literature
I'm Trying
I'm trying
What am I doing wrong?
I'm trying
What`s taking you that long?
I'm trying
It's really dark in here.
I'm trying
To scream, but I have a fear.
I'm trying
I still feel you near.
I'm trying
Help me. I'm lost.
I'm trying
But I'm paying the highest cost.
I'm trying
I'm scared of myself.
I'm trying
There's something sharp and shiney on the shelf...
I'm trying
Don't make me do this, please...
I tried
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you are not a gateway drug,
but a full-out addiction to heroin
or methamphetamine,
making me so dizzy and weak
that i become a falling star.
(and falling stars are not romantic,
for they are often preludes
to catastrophe.)
but a full-out addiction to heroin
or methamphetamine,
making me so dizzy and weak
that i become a falling star.
(and falling stars are not romantic,
for they are often preludes
to catastrophe.)
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This is utterly amazing.