Poison Baby

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Not even this

What is left for me

Humanity

my faith in you is waning. Im tired of the messes you put yourselves in, luckily neither your nor my salvation rests in my feelings towards us.
Or we'd all be dead.

Break, Break Break

ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON

Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.

O, well for the fisherman's boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O, well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!

And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill
But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!

Break, break, break
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.

The Bard

Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
(Hamlet, 1.2.123-6)

How True

See Clearly Now

You are just your mask. And cruelty.
Anything you ever pretended fell away and we see that which you always denied- that you are just the same, you are what you always hated and feared.

Letter

I will not let myself miss you.
Sorry. I wish you were too.
X

Back to Work

Those perfect summer day were never real
the ideas couldn't last.
Adolescence held promises of days lying in the sun.
Content. Happy without fault. You grow up and the image fades. Reality sets in and the pain begins.
A day so perfect could never.
"these moments as beautiful as they are...are evil when they're gone"

Like a child

I wish I never had to let go.

Dreams will still find you when I can not
I envy them.