Wrote one directly after finishing clearing the ones that were there...
Pre-exodus; the others all gone
As has the bright of day
A moment ago lay on lush lawn
Nothing lights my was; I go astray
Treacherous depths
Wooden hands that reach out
A place of one too many deaths
Where's you I can't live without
I know I'm why you took off
Don't like these vines on me
Shove until they rip off
Never I; always we
Always amused by the tolerance
Yet letting self back into depths
I deserve now this penance
For when I first felt saved
The dark in me still engraved
A lone tree maketh no woods
A lone man forever broods
Love and family matter so much
Hard to come by bonds such
Read me without a touch
Mighty oak I'll lean as I slouch
Forgive me for the infinite-th time
I try here to speak in rhyme
I lose people as do I lose self
One more book off the shelf
Falling; pages flip open
A good or a bad omen
The very first step mists my eyes
Picking it up; there she cries
In the midst of the dark a hug
Crying into and at him to lug
Even the thought of loss
Just too much
Why put up for her boss
Or that random at lunch
Even her friends that would toss
She puts up without a hunch
For the one she wanted though
Oftentimes she only broke
Both now under a bough
For a life forward please do go
For the myriad of eyes care not
The plethora of judgements
They matter not
It was between ones with laments
The pain in the present
She wanted all of it over
But she tripped right over
Her jump failed to scale
Underneath and tampled he lay
Spiraled to where he found her
Fighting every last bit to get back
She knew one thing
She loved him
She hurt him too
Countless times
Yet love was constant
The love that amplified his pain
The one love she knew was right
She pulled herself over to him
Caressed his wounds
Accidentally making a few worse
Yet again self hatred blooms
Seeing him though reminded her
Strongly; don't hate what he loves
So she gave them both a hug
She wouldn't forgive herself then
But she wanted to give him love
Love that he'd constantly given
So in the midst of the jungle she
Asks him for yet another chance
She touches the bruise
On his right cheek
She looks right up to the sky
Thunder cracks and
Lighting splits the sky
The tempest has arrived
The tempests frvr<3
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Me.
PoetryThese were all on my Instagram... (plus some new ones) Then I began feeling something about it... I'm a quiet kid... always... but how did I put it all out... I didn't want the attention... I liked when I was of some help to anyone out there... some...
