Intermission:
If I ever held out my hand again,
Would you dare grab it?
Because all we really have in the end,
Is who we pretend to be in a hit or miss,
A hit or miss of decisions.
Decisions that decide our intermissions.
When we are done with the world
And when we wish to continue.
This is my intermission
And I don't think I want to
Come back on stage.
~J.K.M.
Suffocating On Dry Land:
I have a strong tendency,
To continuously rip out my own heart
Because every time
I feel it beating in my chest again,
I want to watch it bleed
Like you watched me.
I want to leave it on the fucking floor
And watch it struggle to breathe.
And maybe then I'll understand
Why you watched me suffocate
On dry land
With a smile on those lips.
~J.K.M.
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1. An Implication (Poetry)
ŞiirPoetry for humanity. A collection of thoughts. An array of poetry displayed in raw light. "For what it's worth, not even words can explain the complications in ones head." ~J.K.M.
