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04-11-2018, 10:52 AM
You are still here,
even though your mind is
That isn't whole: uninviting and inhumane;
a desolate waste

b a r r e n

save for the RAGE.
This contemptment steals your tongue,
hones it into a swift blade
Cutting those who've sewn you
as you unravel at the seams...

You've barricaded yourself in these walls that have become too heavy

I've been so busy learning to love myself
that I've neglected to knock at your door

This Door
before seemed so far away
I should've battered it down clad with Love
in all its dripping humiliation
- had I known it was in shambles,
lounging from its hinges


begging even the beggers to peek a glance
at the sadness you'd acquired and adorned.

I wouldn't paint you or patch you, instead
I'd bend over backwards and praise you, insisting
I love you
Cherished you as your sister thats coexisted beside you

A sister
that aches
at the thought of a universe lacking you
-could've been without you-
and it burroughs in my core
that as your sister, I didn't feel more

Or something.
to signal death's knocking at your door.

04-11-2018, 01:37 PM
I can see the like but not like the like. So I will tell you I like. 'I wouldn't paint you or patch you' paured together. Nice