Sharpness is in every part of everyday life. Whether it be a point being made, or a blade designed solely to cause harm. And everything in between. It's funny how you can be on the precipice of defeat, and suddenly see things differently. To be so stubbornly set in saying goodbye without words, and without warning you have second thoughts. This is why I wrote this poem. I understand that it is a delicate topic, and that the wording may seem irrelevant to the point I am making. Read into it enough, disregard popular opinion, and make your own. Then everything will become clear.
we want to burn and die
to fill the page
as delicate words
and memories
and what we want
what we need in life
is more poetry
and less pain
but it's only a glimpse
into a forbidden world
a beautiful scene
sharp to the touch
so take your look
if you can bear it
so take my hand
if you will hold it
and taste the words
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some rhyme less poetry and mindless murmurings for you to drown in. all of these poems are regrets, things i wish i said to people but never could.