Marrmalade

the silence, when it hits,

reveals a hurt that

will not heal no matter

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my synapses, they snap—

with fire's heat, they crack.

all my brain's buttons have been pushed,

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the rain rarely seems to stop

these days, and when it does,

it lays in wait on the horizon.

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i love too much, and not nearly enough.

lilacs no longer bloom along this path,

it's not their season anymore.

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there's blood in the water,

it fills up my lungs;

we all die the same, though

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when my head is filled

with monsters,

i put them on the page;

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my every thought

in seconds slips away,

my mind's a drain,

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the world collapses

then unfolds,

a broken door

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another dizzy day—

and i do nothing.

my heart is made of

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