I Write Poems Because I'm Gay and Depressed

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[somonekillmeplease]

To tenderly sail on silent seas, The sonder of our drive.

The stories told from intimacy, That cautiousness thrills our lives.

What more can you ask from man or myth, To grant one's deep desires.

To set ablaze one's soul again, And bring forth righteous fires.

I'll sing to you this song of past, Of long-forgotten sorrows. 

I hope this anecdoche will brighten you tomorrow.

And was that line predictable? For that, there is no scale.

Only hope that you are smiling bright, My dearest Abigail.

[somonekillmeplease]

Leave Her

Last night, her eyes were clouded over, but her tears didn't fall.

Eventually, she smiled to herself, she knew what she did,

And she knew the consequences, she understood the outcome. 

Valour. That's what you tell yourself. That's why you're here. And,

Ever-loyal, you rip your heart out, set it on a platter for her. Now,

Here you are, bleeding out at her feet.

Everyone knows. That's why she keeps you around. In her mind,

Real love is nothing but a deep set sadism.