There Isn't Much Of Me That Can Love. But It Is All That Is Left, And I Promise To Love You With My Remnants.

There isn't much of me that can love. But it is all that is left, and I promise to love you with my remnants.

- reign

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3 years ago

I came wounded

To the shore.

Sure, it was foolish,

To hope,

To be soothed,

To be cradled,

To know less aches;

Lighter on the waves.

But I was too wounded,

Abrasions and bruises.

Surprise! I dived! I cried!

It burns, even the ocean.


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4 years ago

I am tired of seeing you in my dreams. I don't want to walk through this memory with the ghost of you again. To see you smile, to see us back underneath the summer sun, is agony. To recall my name, from broken pitches of your last remembered voice, is agony. With that said, again I will wait for you in my dreams tonight.

- reign


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4 years ago

I like grey skies

No moon, no stars

Just us

No hope in this world

But us

- reign


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4 years ago

My love was a dream

So fulfilling that after it

All reality could give

Fell short

And nothing in this empty world

Could ever hold

The serendipity

Of my humble dissociation

- reign


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4 years ago

I forgot to love myself

Fearing vanity

Truth be told

It wasn't mine

Only your

- reign


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4 years ago

Maybe if

My shattered seams were laden with gold

I could have promised

To have and to hold

But like the former

I broke

-reign


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4 years ago

My love was a dream

So fulfilling that after it

All reality could give

Fell short

And nothing in this empty world

Could ever hold

The serendipity

Of my humble dissociation

- reign


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4 years ago

I weep in rememberance of the ache that once existed. Not before. I wait for it to die, then I cry for the sapling that grows on its burial floor. This doesn't save me from pain, it just spares no mercy. So I lament for what is and once was.

-reign


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4 years ago

I want to be like the tides, gentle and roaring. I would try to kiss the moon in one blink and come crashing down in another. But I am not that free. I am this little plant that seeps and stays. My smile depends upon the skies. Even if I hate to admit it, the winter solstice makes me long for warm lights.

- reign


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