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I wrote this piece for a friend who lost her mother years ago.
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dust collected atop her hand
like a conquering ineptness
that taunts to scrape out
a flash point of some sort
It was a perennial happening
that s..
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a ridiculed soul deemed
worthless
trapped by society's
undefeated cruelty
one feet deeply buried
in the throat
the tittering grows louder
as h..
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On rare occasion,
a memory of you pops up,
jagged, epoch, unwanted,
like a baleful
sign,
It comes
knocking at my door.
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I guess I was missing how empty you made me feel, how I felt like it was everything that mattered; that soul crushing, heart wrenching emotion. I was ..
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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Don't leave me whole, leave me broken; broken enough to make me miss you, butwhole enough to make me strong.Strong enough to make me want to walk away..
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Kill my heart so
it can live forever,
If
not in you,
then
at least in
between the lines
of
the brokenness
and shattered
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You were the reckless kind of love
that
was destined to kill me.
Not to destroy,
but to be able to make me feel.
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I felt a lot for you
but
I didn’t know where to direct
these
feelings.
Towards where?
Towards
who?
Towards
anywhere b..
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I hope I will never have to write poetry again;
about you, about me, about us.
I hope I will never have to sit on my corner;
my
dying s..
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