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You were my poetry
I wrote my best poetry when I was with you.
My writing was a stalk, watered by your presence.
It grew and grew.
Just before it peaked...
You left too soon.
I came crashing down, piercing everyone around me.
A dead tree with dead memories.
The animals scatter, horrified by the scene.
Vultures pick apart the left-over meats.
I only grew up because of you.
Without us, I am a lone soul.
Searching for a home, someone new to revitalize me.
I can't cope with being alone.
I drown myself in shitty poetry and sorrow.
All my drafts are grotesque.
Everything I write is a violent mess.
Recently, my writing is... mediocre at best.
I have no idea what to do.
At night, I am suffocated by blue.
Pale air fills my room.
The ghost of you at the feet of my bed.
Haunting me, crawling towards me.
Even if you are now a nightmare–I still welcome you.
I never want to be rid of you.
Without your shadow haunting me.
I am just some brown boy in a black room.
© DolorTheDaimone
My writing was a stalk, watered by your presence.
It grew and grew.
Just before it peaked...
You left too soon.
I came crashing down, piercing everyone around me.
A dead tree with dead memories.
The animals scatter, horrified by the scene.
Vultures pick apart the left-over meats.
I only grew up because of you.
Without us, I am a lone soul.
Searching for a home, someone new to revitalize me.
I can't cope with being alone.
I drown myself in shitty poetry and sorrow.
All my drafts are grotesque.
Everything I write is a violent mess.
Recently, my writing is... mediocre at best.
I have no idea what to do.
At night, I am suffocated by blue.
Pale air fills my room.
The ghost of you at the feet of my bed.
Haunting me, crawling towards me.
Even if you are now a nightmare–I still welcome you.
I never want to be rid of you.
Without your shadow haunting me.
I am just some brown boy in a black room.
© DolorTheDaimone
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