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Letter To An Imaginary Love

You enchant me with dreamlike notions,
So flawless they seem to me as a figment of my imagination;
An envisioned reality, thought over so many times it has a semi-believable realness
You fill my corruptible life with a gallon of eternity and magic, joy and perfection
The thought that our intertwined lives might not be in our fate plunges deep into my stomach like a poisoned blade
I would choose the reality in where the collective noun of ‘us’ could morph into a infinite reality on earth, lasting until my bones crumble and my skin deteriorates over immortality and immense power
For i completely and utterly and fully adore you
You are my sun, the center of my solar system
And i am willingly trapped in your gravitational pull
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Bleeding Star

listen, honey. listen to me when i tell you that while it might not all be okay, it’s okay. it’s okay that it’s not gonna be okay. because it’s never okay for anyone. and people die and they burn and they bleed and they hurt. but it’s okay. listen honey, i know what i’m talking about when i tell you i know you can take it. take that pain and weave something beautiful. stitch all that ugly angst and sorrow into a quilt. all those heartbreaking moments; stitch them into their own squares, make them into something breathtaking. because it’s not gonna be okay, but it’s okay, because i know you can handle it, honey. you’ve seen blood and you’ve seen terror and you’ve seen hate and you’ve seen depression and you’ve seen the darkest parts of the world and you’re still here and you’re still holding on. those gaping holes in your soul, you’ve patched them with flowers, you’ve removed those thorns and bandaged them with roses. and i know it’s hard honey, i know it’s hard. i know it seems impossible, but you have to believe me that while it might never be okay, that’s okay. it could be better. drain that blood pooled up in the sink, all that crimson liquid, wash it down and away. take my hand, honey, squeeze it tight. don’t let go honey, don’t let go, keep holding me, keep holding on, keep holding on. see the stars? even stars die, honey. don’t you ever for a second think that you aren’t a star. you burn as bright as them, shine as vividly. but stars die and so do people, but the difference between stars and people is that stars burn bright until the end, stars don’t leave the sky until they burn out. honey, you’re a star, keep burning bright. i know your stomach burns from the liquor and from the loneliness and the anger, but know that you’re a star and you can burn because of your beauty. are you still holding my hand? don’t let go, honey. wrap your quilt of pain around you, keep those moments close. those moments made you, honey. every stitch formed you. listen, honey. i know the world’s a dystopia, i know it’s hell, but i also know something else, honey. i know you can take it. 
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The Ballad of Neptune

although you are quite unaware
of this piece of knowledge or of my existence
you are my sun
the center of my galaxy
i orbit you, cling to you for life, depend on you
but i am neptune
isolated and far and small
and completely hopeless
for you are far too strong to look to me for help
for enjoyment
for beauty
i am merely there, orbiting you, feeding off of you
hoping that one day my path of orbit will circle in closer to you
and praying that one day
the sun will look at neptune
and marvel at its beauty
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Stitched

would you guide me?
be my golden thread, lead me through the labyrinth of my own mind,
help me travel through the deadly twists and turns,
would you protect me from the beasts inside?
i am empty, a shell, an apparition
a ghost
i lurk in the corners; invisible, transparent
you’ll never see me
but it’s ok,
i am used to pain and terror,
used to being used,
comfortable with being uncomfortable, 
ok with not being ok,
but maybe you could fix me?
even if it’s temporary,
give me a band aid and a butterfly kiss, 
just to hide the wound, to make it pretty
cover it up, conceal it
conceal, conceal, conceal
never show them anything, honey
hide your feelings, honey, hide every last one
the depression, the angst, the sorrow,
dig a hole in the sand box,
use the plastic shovels and cover them all up, 
bury them down, deep, deep, deep
but could i give you some of my demons?
could i transfer a few to you?
could i give you a little piece of me,
a souvenir, a little keychain
thanks for visiting the desolate, foreign lands of my thoughts,
hope you had a nice stay
could you clip it to your backpack?
look at it sometimes and think of your trip
think of me,
remember me, maybe
even if it’s only for a second
baby could you think of me?
because with you, the words come easy,
with them, they stick in my throat
a ball and chain around my tongue,
forcing it down my throat
‘shut up, honey’ the shackles hiss
‘shut your ugly mouth’
i listen
i swallow them down
i won’t throw those words up in front of them
i’ll purge them tonight
when i’m alone in my room, lights off, pen in hand
i’ll throw them all up, every dirty confession
spit them up in the bathtub,
wash them down the drain
i’m a mess, honey
a tangled spool of thread
unknot me, baby
pull apart every loop, smooth me out
take me and sew something pretty
something sentimental, something meaningful
oh god, i’d love to be something meaningful
a movie ticket stub from a first date, 
a lock of baby hair, 
a letter to a first love,
take me, all my tangled mess
and create something amazing
we could be beautifully stitched together, baby
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The Sky

i am infinitely fascinated by the sky
the candyfloss texture of the clouds
the saturated watercolors of the sunset
the shimmering stars and the way the incandescent moon hangs among them 
The ever-changing features, all so vitalizing and exuberant
if it is possible to love an inanimate object
i have fallen completely in love with the sky
for it has captivated and enchanted me
in a way that no living creature ever has
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Alphabet Soup

i’m not really sure how to exactly describe how i am feeling
but it’s somewhere between desolation and anger and depression and angst and loneliness and just feeling completely lost
well i guess it’s more like a mixture of all the above;
poisoned soup
all the subheadings of my depression floating in it like alphabet noodles
spelling out evil words in my bowl, swirling in the boiling liquid, taunting me to swallow them
to choke them down, obey their commands
finding their way onto my spoon and eventually into my stomach and into my head
my head is a mess
letters spinning across my mind, flashing in my eyes
I’m kneeling over the toilet, throwing up the letters,
shaking on the bathroom floor,
hair across my forehead, not nearly as messy as my thoughts
i stand up, it’s unreal
like a feverish hallucination
i wish it was only a hallucination
i wish this wasn’t my reality
i place my bowl in the sink, fill it with water, broth overflowing, letters spilling out
much like the tears from my eyes
the letters go down the drain, down into the pipes
but the letters in my mind are there to stay
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Late Nights,,

It’s these late nights
When the sky is black and the stars are hiding
And the fog waits with baited breath
For the return of its enemy the sun,
That i think of you most
When i sit in front of the television,
The lights turned off and my rationality off too,
That my subconscious thoughts drift to you
How i wish these dark circles under my eyes
Were from staying up with you
And not from the lack of sleep and sanity
How i wish my tangled hair
Was the doing of your long fingers combing through it
And not my carelessness in brushing it
How i wish the mess in the kitchen
Was from baking with you and not from frantically rummaging through the cupboards, searching for something that could possibly cleanse the aftertaste your mouth left on mine
And no matter what soap i use,
I can’t wash off the feeling of your fingers on my skin
And no matter what song i play,
Your voice is the one stuck in my head
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Silent Killer

depression starts inconspicuously
slowly creeping into thoughts, actions, words
gradually poisoning with suicidal thoughts
it happens over time
spiders creep in
entangling the butterflies in your stomach in a web of despair
because depression doesn’t have the courtesy to ring the doorbell
it creeps through the back entrance of your soul, its dark aura absorbing the light
if depression weren’t so surreptitious,
less would fall victims to it
because depression is the silent killer
he is the one who keeps us silent
it is he that forces out the ‘fine’ when someone asks how we are
it is he that keeps himself concealed so others don’t think we’re insane
it is he that tears us apart from the inside
and keeps us within his grasp
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Pixie Dust

you wear depression like a name tag,
brazen and bold, exposed
but mine is a hidden tattoo
concealed from the world
i’ll show it to you, let you trace your fingers across my skin
i’ll let you see it,
let you comprehend every reason i got that tattoo
i’ll tell you everything that led up to the moment when the needle penetrated my skin and injected that permanent ink
will you tell me how you got that name?
what broke you, cut you so deeply?
what pierced that tough skin, you fierce dragon
you fire breathing beast, what destroyed you?
i am a fragile creature, a pixie,
my wings are torn
could you heal them for me?
help me fix them up so i can fly, soar, glide
mend me so i can explore the galaxies, the corners of the sky
i’m so sick of being grounded
i wanna fly!
would you fly with me, my scaly friend?
would a dragon fly with a pixie?
with your scales and claws and fangs,
would you go alongside me,
with my frail body, delicate wings, fragile hands?
it could be magical, the fearsome monster and the delicate fairy
say the word and i’ll sprinkle some pixie dust on us and we’ll be on our way
we could be eternal
you could rip off that old name tag,
i could sew new flesh over that tattoo
forget about those ugly remnants, focus on love and magic and adventure
so, whaddya say?
wanna fly away?
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Hooligan

i knew you were a vandal when i saw you
i knew you would rip out my lungs and my heart like wrapping paper off a present
here i am, packaged & pretty, wrapped with a bow
and there you are, with avid and hungry eyes,
ready to claw me apart
break me, destroy me, ravage me
shatter me, smash me
shards of broken glass across the floor
watch your feet
funny how such a tiny sliver can make you bleed
funny how a sliver can make you scream
make you writhe & cry
but it’s always the little things that destroy us the most
it’s always the little things that push us into the vast cavern of insanity
it’s always the little things that drown us
as i drown myself in tears & alcohol & sadness
i’ve always been one for self-destruction
and you’re just an assistant in the act
a partner in crime, plotting my own demise
lock me away
put me behind prison bars instead of behind bar counters 
i should be thinking about my crime, not drinking to pass the time
i’m a candy-colored poison
pretty at a glance, deadly on a chance
i dare you to take a sip
taste my angst, my brokenness, my anger
let my pain kill you, let it close up your throat & tear you apart
because guys like you will always believe in love at first sight;
they’ll take one look at something beautiful and be consumed with it,
and girls like me will always believe in it
trust every twisted word, the ‘i love you’ and the ‘i promise you’ and the ‘i would never do that to you’
i’m a blank wall, a vacant space
empty and bare
and you, a reckless hooligan
have covered me in your graffiti
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