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Blue Ercoli Poem
today is pathetic fallacy
like the start to a poem
except it’s the end
and i would rip my heart out
if you just asked for it
you didnt
but i did it anyway
and now it’s between us
and it’s oozing blood
all my love for you
seeping into your carpet
slowly
tik. tok. tik
waiting for an answer
except i don’t want it
let it be silent
leave the stones unturned
just for a little while
or forever.
Copyright © Blue Ercoli | Year Posted 2021
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Blue Ercoli Poem
what if this train crashed.
what if it crumpled to pieces like a soda can under the foot of a pesky child? would i feel impact? would the pressure push my insides together, shattering my ribcage? would my brain implode? would every little atom in my body exert so much kinetic energy, that my body simply bursts into little particles fluttering into the atmosphere? would i matter enough to be more than a statistic. there is a certain beauty to death after all. i fear death the same way a child fears the dark. it is the unknown aspect that i fear, yet the thought of endless silence doesn’t faze me. i’m not interested in what comes after, the future of my rotting corpse doesn’t concern me in the slightest. it is what happens whilst my brain slips into the never ending sleep i’ve been destined to ever since i was born, that i am truly curious about. the way i see it, we mustn’t fear death, as we are ordained to it.
Copyright © Blue Ercoli | Year Posted 2022
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Blue Ercoli Poem
only i can heal the wounds of time.
my lungs feel heavy, full of sand
my room is too quiet
i sit at my laptop
type three words
then delete all of them
because my mind can’t understand why you’d want us to lose
i send 13 texts
unlucky number, i know
but it’s the word limit for us
i sent 20 two nights before
and you deleted all the pictures of us
i sent 14 yesterday
and now you’re silent
maybe radio silence is best
that way your words won’t open new scars
yet i’d rather those scars be just as fresh
id rather talk about nothing until we fall asleep
id rather you scream at me
just so i can hear your voice
and i check my phone 13 times
because maybe you’ve decided you still love me
but questions continue to hang in the air
linger
all that was certain isn’t anymore
i hate change
because it’s never for the best
i try not to cry, and then i do
and there’s no sweet release
just choking up and feeling sorry for myself
i wish you’d just talk to me
now i know your favourite colour
your biggest fear
what you want when the curtains close
i still have so much to tell you
so many plans for us
i just want to be able to breathe again
it feels wrong to go back to being strangers.
Copyright © Blue Ercoli | Year Posted 2023
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