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"I'm going to wake up and bury my heart if you're not in it, I could never forget, so I pretend it never happened, I'll live in delusions." _ by poet.




My lingering trepidation blooms
with thoughts of your being,
fading, slipping into a narrow 
delicate shadow as whisps of 
memory is thrown in the circle
of windy motions, swirling in
destructive steps. 
You left me with sights that would
create demons. 

I knew they were
all sweets of a dangling viper, 
vaping energy, puking poison
as mocktails, yet, I believed. 
I bathed in them like lavenders 
till they were roses. I let myself
loose, spewing like helpless canons, 
shooting into the heavens. 

I grasped his horns and envisioned 
it a costume. I thought he was art,
my masterpiece, so I surrendered,
I offered myself as a muse, 
he gulped my every juice.
I gave myself as a canvas,
he stroked the world's darkest
Miseries on me. 

He was a masquerade of fragrances, 
a knight of melodious charades. 
My brain had a non-function atom,
it couldn't recognise signs, there
was no thinking made, just a dive
so deep I drowned. 

You haven't hugged and 
embraced pain until
you wish for its non-existence. 

These won't travel with the breeze
of the night, they can't be cemented. 
Like truth, I flung them out and they 
bounced back like morning dews.
Folded like crumpled pages,
my heart bleeds into a trillion shreds. Memories weigh heavy like the 
Champions League, encasing 
my soul in cursed ice. I want
them wiped like the end of 
every teaching on a blackboard, 
only then would I truly live.

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