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Life[htaed] and death[efil] are states
Between which I’m f-f-l-l-i-i-c-c-k-k-e-e-r-r-i-i-n-n-g-g
Worlds alternating alternating worlds awlotrelrdnsastdilnrgow
Edges on which I’m tee
ter
ing
Every night I f
a
l
l in dreams
Listening to black
Wings as they spin round beating
Strangers to reality
Strangers to reality
Strangers to reality
Between which I’m f-f-l-l-i-i-c-c-k-k-e-e-r-r-i-i-n-n-g-g
Worlds alternating alternating worlds awlotrelrdnsastdilnrgow
Edges on which I’m tee
ter
ing
Every night I f
a
l
l in dreams
Listening to black
Wings as they spin round beating
My eyes are bleeding
y yes re leeding
es e eeding
s e eding
ding
ing
ng
g
y yes re leeding
es e eeding
s e eding
ding
ing
ng
g
But they keep calling to meBut they keep calling to meBut they keep calling to me
But they keep calling to me
And I’m closer to answering
And I’m closer to answering
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Damned if I do
I held you as reverently as the sun
And felt my skin blister.
I said I'd love you till death comes marching
But with you I feel as if I'm burning.
I always said I was damned,
I just didn't think it would be with you.
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instructions on never falling out of love
invent countless scenarios where pieces
fall into places and you fall into
his arms.
rip your chest up with bitten nails,
scourge your insides with laser-sharp
self-homing
precision-guided missiles
of unending scrutiny:
what's missing, what's missing,
what's missing.
discard fictions, soft-spoken and faceless.
you've met the real deal
and he doesn't want you.
write songs, write
this poem,
write, sing, remember
old melodies
of the broken loves of your youth.
tell yourself every bit of pain that had
passed through you before
carved a perfect spot
for this love to fill.
tell yourself, you loved him before you met him.
what you've learnt to
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warmer and warmer
the drapes
greet me
an unpleasant
morning.
the sink
drip
drip
drips
again
& the tiles
are colder barefoot.
there is a pile of
newspapers on the
marble counter
& dead quiet
in the air-
until steam
billows from
the coffee mug.
sunlight
beams in the room
like a visitor
& breakfast
comes in with
a sweet smile.
it was 6:30 when
i was alone,
but 7:00
arrived
like a neighbor
& i am happy.
i have myself,
oversized t-shirt
& messy hair
& the warm
comfort of my
own skin.
i was alone.
i'm not anymore.
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They keep calling to me.
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As always comments and critiques are welcomed.
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I like this! It's really interesting.