" I... I'm Alr-ri-right"

" I... I'm Alr-ri-right"

KH

Nothing is important; just this moment and your (sill-oh-whet) around me

The way you are, constantly spinning around my head (and I'm proud to tell you I am clean)

I haven't been thinking about him in days

It feels as if my blood has been washed away

The blood in my blood in my blood..

But..

What does that mean now?

For him to be gone?

I thought I'd be losing a lot more than just good words and business transactions

The latter because all we did was plot and plot and plot

I thought I'd be losing a part of me I wouldn't mind losing

But that part, turns out, has been missing for a while now

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(this is still the same poem, just another sequence)

I'm in the dark

I love the way it feels

Like a glove, it (ker-ess-es) me

It loves me for who I am

The darkness

I-I-It 

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I am a child of the Darkness

And I know you are wondering why this poem is taking a turn into the brush

With its' thorns and thistles outstretched

Prodding and poking at you from all sides

But the darkness feels so overwhelming

And the humidity is up to 200%

I am not sweating

Because the darkness

It swallows me

But it never spits me out

It never spat me out

Not like you did

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But this poem isn't about you

Nor is it about us

This poems is about my emotions

And how it almost came to a cure-all solution: death

But then I didn't want to 

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Think about it

So I didn't

And I forgot about my thoughts for a while

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