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A Prison Filled With Smoke

 I drew with a pencil that broke in the middle I drew with the shorter half that choked on the riddle I knew it was going to be harder to hide my fiddle I drew on top of a scar that had been ripped open too far I drew the stitches to cover the leakage in rage I made the lead to break I drew dark glasses to hide my eyes from lies that cover my face I drew empty classes where I teach freedom I knew no one would come and take the risk that it encompasses I drew the bucket  that has holes everywhere I drew the station that never sees a train only the pain of everything passing right through the empty tracks I drew a relation that is always in tension what should I say how should I pay what should I do not to stay I drew a blanket to cover my soul I drew a bullet to destroy the ghoul I knew someone will call me out I knew someone will shout I drew a chair where I can sit and think about being fair I drew a floor filled with gravity of good time smoke gathered around me suddenly, I ...
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Too Much Love

 I have been too much in love,
to see the sorrow it hides..
I have seen pain,
while love grows insane,
I have cried all night,
when all I wanted was to
end the fight..
 
I have been too much in love,
to see the lack of depth inside..
I have seen smiles,
that don’t mean anything,

I have seen teardrops,
that fall and deny,
I have seen broken pieces,
scattered everywhere,
when all I wanted was someone to hold me together..
 
I have been too much in love,
to ignore the poison that kills one side..
I have slept through open eyes..
waiting on responses,
I have kept withholding the lies..
sitting at the table for hours,
I have seen myself vanquishing,
trying to fit into a dress I will never wear..
when all I wanted was someone to stop treating me as a spare..
 
I have been too much in love,
look at how obsessive this all sounds..
I hope when you read it,
you still find me around..
amidst empty cups dusting a shelf,
with a picture frame,
of us still looking at each other..
like I always wanted us to be…



 

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