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56. forget all my tomorrows

it's going to rain soon,

      or snow. i can't tell.

and when it does,

      water or ice.

my skin will turn blue,

     and my eyes will flutter to a close.

because december is my kryptonite,

      and she is my savior.

days seem to blur together,

      no separation,

yet there is none needed.

      i don't mind if i forget all my tomorrows,

if it meant engraving that one yesterday in my mind.

     burning and sizzling,

that memory will stay alive.

bejewelled into an edged diamond,

      this knife will slice through the depths of tartarus,

too bad i can't test it out.

      how sad it is to think i am talented,

or even influential.

i am a raincloud, yet i thought i was a thunderstorm,

     i am thunder, she is lightning.

i am but a breeze, and she is a hurricane,

     she is the storm, and i; the sun.

my eyelids are heavy with sweet nectar of sleep deprivation,

     my heart is a rock, cold and hard,

my fingers will turn into the roots of the tree,

      and plant themselves underground,

only to be buried alive and breathe all of the poison.

my words don't make sense,

      but i think if you'd understand me,

there'd be no use in writing.

      my mind is haywire,

and for you to untangle it,

      would be a waste of time.

so tell me,

      how do you plan to spend tomorrow?

do you have loved ones waiting at home for you?

      someone you cherish? or even a pet?

i believe you'd love your tomorrows.

     yet i. i would sacrifice the world to forget mine,

to only live my yesterdays.

     as my past is my demon, and only companion.     

- forget all my tomorrows