It was a small price to pay
To die in the eyes of May
Of an edited heart, still struggling to say
A new sacrifice that I gave away
And what more was there to do?
Vulnerability gasping inside this wet pumping blood
That turned stale for the truth
And crumbled whatever it set upon
That was my infliction of life
In the injection of the last strand of daylight
That I sorted through in your eyes
It was my opinion, to turn my face to the ground
My decision to not turn around
Consider it a phenomenon, whatever you believe
Consider it a melody composing its own reliefs
A chance to chain soft ribbons to your words
And silent bells to your heartbeats
Consider Me
Author notes
Yes the poem is shorter than I am! For once! But I feel it is finished. Well as finished as its gonna be 
HOW DOES ME FEEL?
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This is strangely and coincidentally relevant to some of the book I am reading. Weird
Still, I read your writing, short or long, and as always, am amazed by your metaphors and cleverness in expression. This is no exception.
I must study this more to decipher what it means to me. It seems so far as though someone has been hurt in the past, betrayed maybe, but has moved on and now found someone they are interested in and is trying to gain their attention
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Whoowahh hee that is a stunnah. Show stoppah showshow stoppahhhh no really i don't like that song. Yes i think Ive consumed too many calories recently Soooo i can't say I really got the message but hey sometimes they can just make sense to you and everyone else just has to work to get it. Hee this is not one of those times i feel like working..Im lazayyy but anyway it sounded very beautimous and fluid and it wasnt choppy at all. Yayyaz! Congrats you get my [opposable] thumbs of approval.
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