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More Real Than Real…And when I awake, I awake to wistfulness or some stronger unnamed emotion. It courses through and leaves me utterly hopeless, longing for what I left behind in my dreams. I lay motionless for a while with the taste of melancholy in my mouth, terrified to forget the beautiful impossibility that sleep brings. I don't want my waking world to wash away the bittersweet escape my mind constructed. Sadly, I must arise before the mere memory of an illusion destroys me where I remain. What moments ago brought me comfort is just as capable of breaking me completely.
Such is the Way, Such is the WorldThrough the days unnumbered
And rhymes inadequately performed
Past the different phases
And the ones yet to reform.
Beyond the many confusions
And lines that are ever blurred
My face has yet to change
Yours has yet to discern
The lies in my truths I told
those confessions I entrusted you
In the love of ages I gave him
The uncensored admission I honored,
Not to him but to you.
The warmth and acceptance we traded
Care begrudgingly granted
Yet still I kept most for myself
My selfishness be damned
your faith in me will burn
The world will not stop spinning
When the last pure breath of yours falls.
When my crime is complete
Not one will care
None shall record.
When the demise is made true.
None will notice
All that passed.
When I was right.
They'll all admit.
The truth I knew all along.
No OneShriek your curses to the sky;
For no one else will listen.
Let your tears fall to the earth;
For no one else will catch them.
Writhe in pain upon the ground;
For no one else will hold you
Pound your fists into the dirt;
For no one shall you ever hurt.
Watch the colors drain away and the water rise as you drown
Listen to your breathing cease for surely thou art dead now.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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