Melodrama

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I had believed

I had believed

The silk around her eyes
Fluttered to her feet
Sword blunt and rusty
Not a neck sliced...

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Apartment

I step into your apartment for the last time
The cloaks have been hauled down
And the wind...

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Birds of a Feather

Birds of a Feather

I once told my father
That boredom was killing me.
He replied, in his usual manner :
"...

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I Looked For You In Vain

I Looked For You In Vain

I searched for you in the sunrise hours, where the city yawned itself awake under unfinished artwork and...

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Healing

I feel so broken.
There is so much
I need to heal from
There is so much
wrong...

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Paradox

Weak men fear strong women,
So they beat them to their level.
I refuse to play the victim...

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Time

The past, yea irrelevant.
The future, it’s appearing next.
Now is the only time we get...

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traces

traces

it is not the things
that I strive to remember
that sadden me and
make me cry
...

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Wish

I'll die before you
I hope my death is painful and tragic
I hope yours is quick and painless...

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Wherever You Are

I know you don't want to cry anymore.

For your sake, I wish that as well.

...

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Burn

"All of a sudden my blood was gasoline,
and his kiss was the stroke of a match.
I savored the...

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Drowning

Drowning

“I’m a body of water, that he swims upstream with his hands tied behind his back.”

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Chokehold

Chokehold

My gaze falls on his face,
But my eyes look right through him,
Searching for you.
He...

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the void

In the depths of my being, i am the void, a boundless chasm where shadows converge, unexplored.
Yet...

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Quiet

Lately, the quiet has grown heavier, like a shadow that lingers even in the light.
When I reach out...

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ode to myself

My beloved self, in the labyrinth of existence, where shadows dance, you , my muse , myself in an...

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Empty

I languish, a spectator to my own anguish. Despite the words i write, the tales i read, a sense of...