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L A C H E C I S M
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la·che·cism (n.) : the desire to be struck by disaster — to survive a plane crash, to lose everything in a fire, to plunge over a waterfall — which would put a kink in the smooth arc of your life, and forge it into something hardened and flexible and sharp, not just a stiff prefabricated beam that barely covers the gap between one end of your life and the other.
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hate is spitting in your mouth
my stoic face, devoid of emotion
i still run away
ignoring your pleading screams
i tried to swim
trying not to drown
like a troubled mermaid
against the waves
far from you
that's where my solace
my physical parts
too weak
trying to stand
i broke some rigid bones
my rotten soul
screamed in agony
anger hitting
on its highest peak
i scream
can't you see what you're loving
i am a demon
never going to deserve
any of your affection
anything from you
we are sinners
of this illusion
we're taking pieces of hell
inside our every cell
this passion
it's a sin
you can't love me
i can't love you
my favorite fiction character
he once said
that to love
is to destroy
i couldn't rewrite the past
i couldn't escape god's wrath
you're a sparkling dust
not going to last
i'm a forsaken shadow
made up of hollow
so here it comes
the anticipated crying part
glittering on my cheeks
i wiped my tears
crying is a weakness
for it will do no good
perhaps
love can be ruthless
at most times
i hate love
even though my mind is a sieve
i can not let myself forget
memories are valuable
even the bad ones.
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Fragmented
Poetry"Maybe it isn't that we're supposed to find the pieces and put them back together. Maybe we're the pieces."
