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To Just

Would they notice,
If my solace escaped?
If my sombre eyes finally pinned shut.
Life is just.
I must. 
That fake smile, the painful mask I sew to my skin,
Just to feel something. 
Hanging on by a single thread. 
Each day tugs at the strings,
Test another limit.
Is it normal, to just?

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Mess

Clutter, I call it. Sentimentality. An attachment.
Some rational people would call it a mess.
Objects scattered. Thoughts left across the floor.
I look to the reflection of my mind,
Thrown, left, forgotten. How could I forget?
I’ll tidy it later. I’ll remind myself. I’ll get more organised. 
A rotting excuse, as my thoughts trail through my door and leak across the room, too much for my hands to hold. So I let go.
Ripped up sheets, photographs, 
The bin has surpassed its limit.
Mugs gather dust, along with the remnants of my last sip of energy,
When I could be bothered.
Broken hourglass, 
There’s only so much sand left in me.
Before I make a mess.

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The last dance

Night. Walk in, light the candle, watch as the flame dances across the wall.
Finally, it feels okay. 
Kneel by the side, hopefully by the side of the one who watches.
Tell me that, that it will be alright
…Or take me. 
The dancing ember looks me in the eye. He nods. 
What is it that you want, he asks.
I don’t know.

I watch the body contort, seeping across the table.
Watching the last dance, as the glow slows and twists in an almost agony.
Then laid to rest peacefully.
I can’t help but watch,
Thinking of my own misery. 
In the beginning, there was an end, Death. Please take me.

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Inseperable?

you and I, I would say, are
inseparable. My dear, we built
Bridges of solid stone that
hold us together. Even in the
floods, if the concrete is
submerged, I can swim safely
to you. You are the safety pin
attached to my clothes, and you
hold me tightly together.

but I fear, my love, that you
don't feel the same. I see
you stand at the other side
silently with a hammer and
chisel. You'd break yourself
from me to make me loose
again. I'd face the bad weather. 
You'd let the current
carry me far so you wouldn't have to deal.
How could I even begin
to believe we were real?
If anything, we are
more separate than ever.