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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Romance/Love · #925412
This is a breakup poem
those days now seem like just a dream
that i visit from time to time
i ride the cloud cover in
so you can't see me
i touch the softness, liquid skin
i remember the beauty standing there before me
i used to cry to think of you alone
now the well is dryed up inside me

you're always on my mind
infusing my reality
tired existence
like some type of haunted fairy
municipal apparitions in the kitchen
dance to a lonely love song drenched in London fury

my blood was boiled hot that day
and then evaporated in the walls of my veins
what vanity struck me there
that i could not compare you to the rest of the world
my insides turned to mush for a year
i lost my step on the top stair
falling to a middle ground that everyone said was better
but it is not

shrouded in love's mystery
you'd give up everything in an instant
knowing there's a spider's web to catch you
built of fabric so strong, bulletproof and elegant
everything inside me dissolves into tears and song
everything inside me is silence and protection
your voice a nasal hush
anniversaries mean goodbye
off to the city once again
leaving you there lying restless
riding a wave of blankets
with a stranger down the hall
waiting for me to dissappear at dawn
is this when you slipped up
and when humans were human for an instant
friends and lovers blur the faces on the pictures
every angel has a devil
lurking just around the corner
hung your wings in the closet that day
they wait for your vulnerability

saw your face at the funeral
buried in the chapel cellar
tears from cheeks, raindrops from umbrellaas
your mother aching and caring with a fire
that burned out inside of you
people try to reach out
to your hand but can't find your grip
desperation abducted your spirit
a longtime ago
and replaced the heart with an unfelt confusion
and delusions swept the dust off the floor, off the floor, off the floor
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