One Day

I am tired of seeing you in my dreams. I don't want to walk through this memory with the ghost of you again. To see you smile, to see us back underneath the summer sun, is agony. To recall my name, from broken pitches of your last remembered voice, is agony. With that said, again I will wait for you in my dreams tonight.

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Mon vide, you are a sailor, sea-swallowed and sea-spat. Your days on ship are spent with memories of your feet in the sand, and the nights on land forget to cradle you like the sea.

Under its blaze, when the sun is as of use as its sunlight, with desparation, you want it to guide you somewhere beyond. Poor sun, when it beckons you deeper, further, all you want is for it to shine on your beloved.

There is only disdain for you here. Under the sun, you will never be satisfied.

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You are on your own

Sail wherever you like

These waves are your to tame

This spirit has always been your own to break

And when it comes, the end

Inhale this scent, this sea

Sing your swan song in ecstasy

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Oh! She is steep,

The kind that makes you yearn

And fearful to leap;

Because one second

She'll show worlds of looming glory,

And in another you're consumed and spent.

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It's a poet's inclination. The urge to abandon this domestication and be the gentle beast of the woods. To see curiosity and amazement in the eyes of creatures for once. To have my muse climb trees. To fetch water from roaring streams. I have been civil in my suffering. Now I want to suffer from unusual ailments.

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It just so happens that I am filled with such unclaimed misery, I am convinced I smell of asphodel. There the pain, cumulative of all lives lived, is mine. Though not in flesh, it blooms for me, fresh.

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The days I meet you, I am almost convinced, I can wear yellow.

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I forget most in madness, sickness of my heart washes over these delicate memories I hold till they aren't. But something tells me, I will remember you, not as a warning, never that, more like warmth. I will know you as my gentle sun, less harsh than the real one.

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How much can I write about a pain that refuses to lessen? Sometimes I think it will be easier to drink the ocean than to sink and sink further.

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Some day I could've asked you

Will you love me

When this darkness becomes me

But you didn't

Now the questions I have

I ask myself

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