Our distance multiplies the thread of time
our feelings wrought
from what is perceived as forsaken
tearing
leftovers from memories
that when trembly, and hurriedly, and unhesitatingly,
picked, desirous to re-establish
can never be easily put again
what seemed a momentary fragility
becomes an eternity of feeling
the limitless pain of true love lost
do you feel it?
when ones heart crushes in itself, stoned, lifeless
falsely beating
ceasing to function beyond physiology
lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub
slowly, lowly, weakened
until only the harsh blowing cold is felt
resigning to almighty familiarity
until nothing contributes to revelry
to feel the every bit of meaninglessness
chained in the creepy dungeons of worthlessness
eating away the core of what makes us want to live
i then ask for any price in exchange
that i am almost, always, forever
willing to pay
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