(author's note: this was originally written after a breakup. the lines marked with parenthesis and italics are written many months afterwards.)
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my blue lemonade has gone foul, spoilt, rancid.
(but it was just my tongue who had lost taste.)
my blue lemonade that i love is gone.
(it had simply been discarded by the one
who no longer enjoyed its flavor,
for the flavor had been spoiled to them
not by taste,
but by association.)
all that's left behind is the tear tracks on my cheeks,
and the cuts on my wrist,
and the pills stuck in my throat.
but none of them can fill the hole
that i feel gaping open,
where my heart and soul should be.
i'm so cold,
i feel so alone.
i just want someone to save me
from this freezing abyss
before it is too late.
because although i am afraid of death,
pain can overcome fear.
(but little did they know,
their precious blue lemonade would soon lose its sour flavor,
and come to enjoy it's sweetness
even more than before.)
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everything changes (but we all stay the same)
Poetryif my life could be replayed, if i could share my struggles over the course of time, if i could create such a thing, an endless recording of my life; it would be over hours and hours of overthinking. - (trigger warning for frequent, graphic descr...
