poem, prose

Shenanigans

Sleepy lights over glasses

Morning dew at midnight

Dripping from the bottle brim

Of cold toxic, tasty

Deadly mist from fireflies

Glowing on a stick’s tip

Puffs of clouds and death

And our thoughts

Escaping from our lips

Slowly orbiting

Morphing what’s at sight

‘Til our slumber

At the birth of daylight

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art, emptiness, heartbreak, love, poem, sadness

Fire And Water

I should’ve known from the start.

You and I…

Fire and water…

That’s what we were.

You blazed with fury. You were an inferno, out of control, swirling and burning everything within your reach.

And behold, the worst decision in my life —

I wanted to be your hero, so I embraced you. I tried to calm you down, to soothe your bright flames.

I tried to save you…

But I turned you into smoke.

I see you carried up, thin white lines fading into nothingness.

Still there, still there…

Gone.

It took a while before I realized what you wanted —

To leave me in silence.

To drift with the wind. To wherever, but here in my presence.

And what’s left of me is a painful emptiness — the remains of a love turned into ashes

I hope you realize upon your exit, you brought that which had evaporated from me.

That which beats and keeps me alive.

The reason for this hollowness —

A heart which used to be mine

But now lost with you.

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