the slow art of breathing bitter

As Far As My Eyes Can See

You break my heart, and I shatter yours

in the evil dark pain, agony, and gore.

A few black birds fly in between;

A few unexchanged words, rotten eyes, and green.

I have known this path for a long time since

we broke each other and went back then.

You come and fight with me; I mess things with us.

Coffee-stained poetry and black lipsticks smudged—

All across the table, my lips and tissue paper.

This earth's crazy in nothingness; only we will continue fighting forever.

You'll die one day, and so will my heart.

A lingering silence, melting candles, a shot of tequila—

no one gives a damn about such.

I am digging out the bruises from your wounded body; 

it's smelling cold — no more like you.

And even if the others fade away, let them! 

My eyes are blue in poison, and my heart's burning in black truths.

I want to burn this crumbled stuff and die only after I can see—

As far as my eyes can see: a rotten pouring silence wrapped in dead bodies.

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A/N: Well, is everything becoming blue now? Why not tap the star and be happy again?