Wondering if this is real
Unimportant and oh-so small
I know not how I should feel
So, I don't feel anything at all
Scrub off my skin with sandpaper
Pour water, boiling over my heart
Alight the sage, inhale the vapours
Suffering is an exquisite art
In the deepest of the greatest fires
Purge my soul of its impurities
With the most burning of purifiers
Scorch away all my obscurities
In consuming pain, become sterile
Abandoned in the abyss of night
Forgiveness, the stars compile
Cleansed entirely by moonlight
The ashes of guilt, pass through
From the falling embers emerge, anew
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Tales of Bygone Lovers
PoetryThis is the collection of poems and song lyrics I wrote during and after my first three relationships and one of my crushes. Although some of them will be soppy, all of them were written to help me express my feelings at the time. One of the only go...
