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[androidheart]

It stings and bites
worse yet, week to week
where my Ghostly fingertips
long again for your sallow cheek

I couldn't if I dared
and I wouldn't, as I've tried
to look beyond something like "You and I"
where I could sing,
with a Broken guitar string
and a heart to match
a girl that Lied
and never looked back

I want to quit,
and yet I can't
I want to sit,
and yet I shan't
bereft of former heart and soul
take what Remains and make me Whole
held against your chest
there is nothing else Left

Comments

[androidheart]

It's nice to hear from you again, Haru.

I am not sure if I am well or not.

[gunsandveggies]

Thank you. :D It's a pleasure to hear from you as well.

Sometimes our most beautiful work comes from being in such a state. I know I enjoy creating things when I am.

But if you do need an outlet other than writing, I'll listen.

[androidheart]

The manifestation of the hidden self.

I appreciate the offer––I'm not sure there's much to say, though. Things are what they are.

No matter how much poetry I write or who I talk to, nothing changes. It is a bit exhausting.

[gunsandveggies]

Yes, something like that. I think that's rather poetic as well!

That does sound exhausting... I'm sorry there's not more I can do for you.

Would you like to create something together?

[androidheart]

That's a sweet offer of you. I'm not certain how well I would collaborate, at this point.