There is no certainty with this story
it is about an individual aka me
writing
poetry helping express their emotions
experiences
and moods
they feel towards a situation or a person
who will ever know?
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I question at times
What it is that you envision in me
I seem to represent something to you
I seem like a anti-hero , someone with many faults yet somehow none at all
How is it that from something as torn as a picture that was taken by two
No longer one
It's gone
How can something so bittersweet be viewed through such loving lenses
Yet something so beaten up further then a wooden baseball bat
Taken to a hydraulic press only to be squished down to nothing remaining but a prince rupert's drop
A small drop that could withstand only so much until it is smashed to pieces by the thinnest end of it all
You are far worse beaten, all the remaining pieces of you simply float away
There's a search party going on but there's no one to have yet to find you
Only to find the pieces scattered around like an easter egg hunt
The search party is over
They have given up
Although one remains
It's much harder, but he has refused to give up
Not noticing you are further beneath ground level
The scenery starts to shift as he is now sinking in quicksand
Now everything moves at a certain pace
But he moves in a panicked state
Watching you as your fragile body seems as its in place, such a peaceful yet burdened look on your face
He starts to go after you with frantic movements but all the quicksand is withholding him back
He realizes the hourglass is starting to drain as he tries countless things to get to you
It's now been a while
Mentally he seems closer
His hallucinations grow stronger
As it now seems he has finally reached you
But he doesn't know you are sinking in deeper
Meanwhile he is still at the surface
You see him one last time
As his eyes are closed with a smile on his face, tears streamed down his face as his hallucinations bring him peace, his head now creating a safe place for him, he now believes he is finally with the girl he has swore to save, the girl he has wanted since the day he has been born
Though the sad truth is, you guys are apart
She is now beaten worse
Her hurt only delves deeper
But his is far past that point
Many failed attempts
Attempts of him to save her
He respawns
Its a loop
A painful videogame
They both share a pain
But she's sinking down
And he is the only one trying to save her
Without anyone to save him
But his character was customized that way
Their both losing themselves
But their hourglasses are not draining at the same rates
Will he save her?
Will she be saved?
He sees her pain
All she asked is to be seen
But is it enough for her?
He seems to see it is not
He continues to try and do more then just save her
Is there anything left of him?
No one questions if he was even taught these things
They cannot see through him
Like a tainted glass
Only he can see from within
Only he can see others
Suffering only seems to exist for others, but not him it seems
He reads and sees her
Even as he's lost, he still has that vision of her beaten up to an unexplainable cause
She does not deserve this
He knows it
She sees that he tries and fails
He tries and makes it worse
He's become the hydraulic press but he did not want to
