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he burned down the house
for them to hide,
a seraphim in the asylum.
he never cried.
he fought for peace
in a haunting manner.
he wanted silence,
then he came back for it
only to leave,
once again,
his trails of soot
on minds ablazed.
for them to hide,
a seraphim in the asylum.
he never cried.
he fought for peace
in a haunting manner.
he wanted silence,
then he came back for it
only to leave,
once again,
his trails of soot
on minds ablazed.
Literature
I can't write poetry for dead girls.
there are too
many pills in this
world and too
much misery in
the human heart
but that didn't mean
that you could just
up and leave when
we both know it
could have gotten better
and i miss you like
a wolf misses her pack
or a goddamn dragon misses
her fire and i'm sorry
that i can't give you
a bouquet of jasmines
(they were your
favorite, after all,
because that was
the only princess
with a pet tiger)
because poppies are
too cliche and i'm
sorry i wasn't there
when all you needed
was a hug and for someone
to whisper "it's okay,
you're perfect enough
for me, don't listen
to that junkie bitch
who just happened to
give birth to you" and did
Literature
you stole
you are smoke,
blackened feathers,
and I forget
how the mockingbird
used to sing.
please,
I forget
how to miss someone.
you left warm spots in me,
familiar dents and puckers
now empty.
nothing holds my eyes in place.
they roll from one end of my skull
to the other,
rattling.
I don't want to see
a world without you in it.
you let this place hollow out
and dry like infinite droughts.
you
let me
burn.
the years age me,
and I don't know who I am
anymore.
I only remember you,
but I forget that you are gone.
Literature
hometown blues
they say home is where the heart is,
but they never claimed it had to be beating.
if this town is all there is to living,
then I'm dead,
and these dusty dirt roads
are my sad little gravestones.
there's a harsh winter wind.
I'm breathing,
but it's the same air I've inhaled
since I first opened my
surgical steel eye to the world.
remember the pale pink dress
I wore to our senior prom?
you held me
under the fuzzy yellow confetti light.
I loved you because you were so gentle,
and when I fell apart,
you were the only person who knew
I could fix myself on my own.
you twirled me like I mattered,
because you knew that one day I would die.
you for
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