PART ONE. i am heaving for breath, a rose amongst thorns (though picked and burned and shattered and torn) i can't help but feel the longing in my tangled veins of cascading want. i can't help but to fall prey to those piercing eyes that scan the world with such audacity it astounds me. (you were a forest fire ablaze, i was the rust of an ocean grave)
PART TWO. i guess you could have it all, practically. your smile brings kingdoms to it's knees and your mind shatters empires to ruins (no one seems to have realized that yet, i think) but sometimes i still wonder why you left. our hands were enclasped, our souls intertwined, but your hand turned to memories and our fingers faded to dust. (we never stood a chance, did we)
PART THREE. but you're still a mess inside my brain, bright red against the monotone shades of black and white. you were crimson, i was sky (now i'm blue) so yeah, i still feel you pushing at my skull, threatening to crack the cage of pounding bone, and yeah, i'm unsure if i even care at this point. (i should care, shouldn't i) maybe someday i'll stop destroying myself for you, but i can already hear myself drowning. (goodbye)
PART FOUR. it's so hard, dying in a ruinous empire that you've forgotten about. can't you at least bid me farewell before i hound the haunted ocean of broken ghosts? (i want to feel your fire one last time) i think i'm ready, for a sailors death. i could join the chorus of forgotten gods, like me, turned to dust, bone, and rust.
PART FIVE. remember me, yeah?
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Poetrywe were kids in the dark | i will be writing about topics such as suicide and death, for your own safety if you get triggered by any of these things please don't read this. I don't want you to be hurt.
