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It’s the first time in ten years that I’ve truly been mad at you. I’m filled with relentless rage and ache. All the clocks are ticking backwards. Time won’t leave me be and through it I’ve found I possess this burning hate for the world, and all the useless little trinkets it’s filled with. God you were such a selfish lover. You left me behind, watching me linger at the docks while you sailed your last voyage to paradise. I’m so lost without a map these days, and you knew that too, trying to replace you. I can’t. How do I navigate this place without you now? Ten years since you turned to look at me, hair blowing in the wind as your ship slipped over the edge. The tides are turning now. I am fumbling over the edges of empty pages, tracing your thoughts as though your mind still lingers here. Illegibly marked imitations couldn’t compare to the words you once curled against my ear. I know everyone tells me it’s mental to still turn over and clutch the sheets wishing it was your name that spilled against them. I’m loving you forever and this is not a choice, it’s an anthem drumming canyons deep. I’m falling in it, unchained. Clouds fill and I feel you when the rain pours in, floods my floor, and baptizes me in rhymes of lialic perfumes. You were the perfect pieces fitting against all the broken parts inside of me. Are you on the other side waiting too? These rambles run dry, but darling you’re the night. Don’t you know it makes me angry so. You left without a trace and yet I find you in everything I see. How is it that they are telling me you’re gone and yet here you are, everywhere, relentlessly living and carrying, just lingering on.

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18th Apr 201409:448 notes
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14th Apr 201423:576 notes

The rhythm stops
In a heart hardened to stone,
Cold as a tomb—
And forced to reconcile
With a mind posessed
By midnight’s demons of solitude.

You pulled me in 
The day you came back home—
A plague in your heart
And thorns in your bones.
I took you in my arms that night,
Pressed my lips to the scars,
The bullet wounds
That should have taken you from me.

I find those memories now,
Turning the diamond around my finger,
Knowing you are kissing her,
Knowing your name
Slithers off her serpent tongue.
I can only hope the best for you
When she leaves you alone with your demons,
When she burns you to the ground

If you feel you cannot stand behind our troops, please feel free to stand in front of them.

Opaque  by  andbamnan