you're the curse under my skin,
and everything that represents
my filthy sins;
you are my one week downfall.
temptations went unnoticed . . .
but I'm too blinded by battle scars
to deal with frivolous things;
like hope and proximity.
I live in distance,
and breathe in the resonance.
I sleep in sin,
and dilute my passions dim.
Despite the clarity,
there has to be a bridge to cross
before I discern it.
yet your presence sucks
the cold air out of my lungs.
you are my anthrax,
my heroin,
and my guilt incarnate.
I fell a few feet farther than expected;
suspended in concrete,
a basket of broken dreams
scattered at my feet.
But I won't burn out.
My trail will mark the sky
whether or not you exist.
Author notes
"Fuck you and the future we don't have."
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This is really good, particularly the last few lines.
"My trail will mark the sky
whether or not you exist." <-perfect conclusion
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I live in distance,
and breathe in the resonance.
I sleep in sin,
and dilute my passions dim.
My favorite stanza, love.
your poems are shorter now...still amazing. wish i could write like you
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Maybe if you'd take the time to actually WRITE once in awhile... :/
Or; you know, get online?
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<3
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