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Yeah whatever. This is about the same shit.


Submitted:May 23, 2012    Reads: 27    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Laying on the cool, sheer, glass. If I move from my place, here on the pristine surface. Whatever I had kept silent will lose meaning to me. The repressed thoughts and feelings will astound me with erratic urgency. Then nothing. No more hurt memories, no remembrance of love. The feelings that have engulfed me than spat me out only to repeat the cycle once more. The elephant only remembers what it wants to I fear. The seagulls only pick up food they can chew, then off they fly, never to be identified individually again. Keeping my eyes dry has been a difficult task, no one wants me, things don't seem to last. Experiencing that gold which is your lips transforms my being into the silver queen. Things with you were never as easy as they seemed. Whatever kept me afloat now insists I sink. My vibrantly hued kingdom has ceased to exist. Ever since I granted you entrance, I can't seem to fit back in it comfortably. Breaking and destroying all I've accumulated. Scarfing down all I have left. The rush makes me sick. My eyes are burning with regret every time I view your face. My heart stops because I wait for you to silence my remaining breath. You don't. I think that could be worse than holding air then releasing it once you walk away. Mundane, and restless, I'm ready to surpass this. This constant battle with society, this constant yearning for you. You were my anti everything. My symbolic prize of a human to resist everything common and grotesque. Now you've left me searching for my best. When I've retrieved it, you'll be the last to know.




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