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Is it possible
to fully regret someone?
Cause if it is,
I think I'd regret you.
I'd regret letting you fool me,
like a jester would a king.
I'd loathe allowing myself to believe
that what you were offering was love.
I'd regret thinking your flowers
would never wilt.
I'd regret you to the edge of hate,
to the very tip of scorn.
You crept beneath my skin
touched me in most sacred ways.
Then threw me howling with laughter.
I may as well have been bloody with shame.
Do not talk to me about regret or hate.
For I know more about it than you ever will.
to fully regret someone?
Cause if it is,
I think I'd regret you.
I'd regret letting you fool me,
like a jester would a king.
I'd loathe allowing myself to believe
that what you were offering was love.
I'd regret thinking your flowers
would never wilt.
I'd regret you to the edge of hate,
to the very tip of scorn.
You crept beneath my skin
touched me in most sacred ways.
Then threw me howling with laughter.
I may as well have been bloody with shame.
Do not talk to me about regret or hate.
For I know more about it than you ever will.
Literature
Gone
It's like a punch in my gut
A hole in my throat
Cotton in my head
I can't seem to accept the reality
I see your grave
I sit in your empty chair
Watch as your room became just a memory
The old photos of us smiling
The memories of us laughing
The old songs we used to sing
It both haunts and comforts me
Life has never been easy
But now it'll be so much harder
Time became my enemy
Fooling me into believing I had so much more
Just turn the clock back
Rewind the tapes of those happy memories once more
Come back to me
Tell me it'll all be ok.
But there's a sting in my heart
And it reminds me you're gone
I know this pain will be with me always
How co
Literature
In the Mirror
She cracks the door just an inch, peering through the crack into the darkness of the room beyond. Lightning flashes through the window, illuminating vague figures standing still. Fingers twitching, mind racing, heart pounding, she pushes through the door and reaches to grab the nearest figure. The white fabric slips silently off as she touches it, revealing the chair underneath. A wry grin finds its way onto her face and she moves through the room. Dust bunnies run from her falling footsteps, jumping quickly then slowly drifting back to the floor. She slides the cloth from several pieces, a table, a couch, more chairs, a trunk, a vanity.
Literature
Turn on the inspiration.
Trying hard to get by
When everything is going down tbe turnpike
We all need to get stronger
This isn't the end
Life just gotta get easier
Day by day it takes a tole on our skin
We're all trying not to cave in
Under the pressure of metal and stone we call this world our own
We are deviants and we make art when the canvas is thrown.
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and the truth shall set you free.
Aguamenti
everything shall turn to water and will flow away,
maybe not beautifully, but maybe not rough either
don't worry my darling taco, we shall blow him up with dynamite later