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Geto Suguru
An enduring classic.
like a north star,
i follow the eyes i see
in my dreams,
until the day i see them
before me.
Witches by William Mortensen (1920s-1930s)
The stars waiting for me
Love terrifies me,
it always leaves fingerprints
on my heart,
cracks unraveled
yet invisible.
Bruises, scars carved
from something
that was meant to feel beautiful.
Like sunlight caught in October,
lighting the darkest nights,
but for me it is just
a dried-out field
with all the things unsaid,
every flower a quiet goodbye,
growing silently in wet earth.
Everybody leaves,
tearing my flesh
until I feel nothing,
until all I have left
are my endless thoughts
drowning between
sheets and pillows.
Tears falling with every breath,
the language that speaks louder
than every word,
yet still nobody
seems to understand.
The moon watches me break
a little more each night
while I hold back the urge
to fly to the stars.
They whisper
through the cold night air,
the anthem of farewell.