I've met someone; such a lovely person they are. I like to walk with them and show them the rainy days, for those days are when I feel the Sun will give up on the Earth, and the world will shrivel under its expansion.
My dear I wish for you to live,
But that, I know is not your wish. You wish the opposite just as I have began to accept, and one day we will both disappear
Into the waves
Into the sun
into the clouds
Into the mud
And when you return, unscathed by the air, I shall be burning
But I will wait for you,
My dear I will burn for you
And shake the ground into a hole that will fill my empty heart.
There is nothing here, there never was. Nothing returns. Everything passes. But there is a tempting feeling I grasp onto. A feeling that keeps me nailed to the ground despite gravity failing itself.
My dear, you shall burn with me
You shall bleed with me
And when the scars begin to form after we've been gutted and left to die
You will leave me
Just as I have left me behind.
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Ideals In A Small World
PoetryA collection of poetry, short stories, and any ideas that must be shared within the closeted shelter of a second home.
