O love
Extraordinary bliss is a name unfitting for you
How you are imperfect perfection
My heart, drowning in ecstasy, and my brain, overheating;
Bodily functions, how they do not execute themselves properly,
And the daffodils he gives me
Gold in comparison to those diamond wristbands he gives her
Oh how he loves me
And yet I look up at the balloons,
Hear the music, taste the sadness,
And cannot feel my limbs.
Leaving my body is every memory, and with it every pain.
Not only am I dead to him, but he is dead to me.
Weeds growing because they are forced to
Not because
They want to.
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Songs for the Simple Unknown
PoetryA collection of poems about various topics including life//death//love// and the unknown. All are my own. *WARNING* mentions suicide
