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the corner of absence and missory
I close my eyes
and it appears before me
creeping into my lit soul
slithering on the exterior of my shaddered heart
crying into my future's sewers of slimey, heart brocken pasts
that feeling of absence
indicating your loved ones lost footprints
I shove and push it away violently in fear of its suddenly tighter grasp on my waist
I struggle and kick furiously
but it only coils around me tighter
just as its adrenaline constricts around my vains
it sucks every ounce of love and care out of me
my skin wrinkled and grey
for I only posses hate and icey words that matches my grotesque expression
now that it has drained my passion
I breathe cold air and walk upon frozen water
I slash at love's pale neck with my long black and blue nails
with every centimeter of skin i break into, a new shiver crawls down her sweet spine
I kill her with violent passion
slurring my S's, I whisper in her ear as her dieing wheeze of questions near:
you stole my security
stole my smiles
stole my dreams
of love with someone who didn't care about me anyway
this is how I answer her question she never asks
before her next dieing breathe
She gasps now for warm air to breathe and grass between her toes as she dances and sings
alas, it is too late
love dies beside me
yet, I had been wrong
it was not her who had taken him from me
it was absence and missory
absence of the one I love
missory of the only one who tryed
absence of him
missory of me
love was before he danced away
twirling another girl gracefully
love was innocent
love was right
love left with him that night...
So I sharpen my dagger
walk for an hour
find absence and missory
on the corner of a street
on two green signs that intersect sharply
I sit on the curb and wait for them
they will die as love did
kill them
she whispers
the words tickle my ear unpleasently
and a shiver crawls down my sweet spine
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I love the images in this poem! To me it seems like it goes on a long time, but I can't think of anything you coul cut - it's all so good. Very dark, very colorful with the words. I felt scared just reading it. Makes me think of a lot of different things all at once.
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" Love isn't about loving someone who's perfect, it's about loving someone perfectly."<br /> - I dont know who came up with it, I just saw it somewhere on facebook hehe