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Fundamental truths to hold onto:

People drift apart, and sometimes it's no one's fault. It doesn’t take away from the great memories you’ve already made.

They may not return your feelings, and sometimes it’s no one’s fault. Learn to accept rejection gracefully. It has no bearing on your ability to be loved in the future.

You will have regrets. Many, many regrets that keep you up at night. Learn to forgive yourself. Learn to let go. The past does not define the future.

Your best doesn't always look the same from day to day. Take a breath and allow yourself to be human.

Do not depend on a single person for happiness. Spread your wings out. There is joy to be found in many more pockets.

The people we love will someday go to heaven. And we'll be left behind to learn how to live without them.

And you will learn to live without them in time. It will be hard and it will be heartbreaking, but the sun will rise again. Live a beautiful life so that you can tell them all about it when the time comes.

Everything will be okay. You will be okay.

Flowers We Killed

Take the vine around my soul

and tangle it with your arms

We are pages torn black and white

from the chaos-born love that

we sunk into the sun and bled

Your lips are the poison I held onto

And the tears I sharpened into a river

Remorse is everything but your smile

and every moonlit flower we trampled

If destruction is all we ever cried then

let the sword march into my chest

and let's be the chaos-born love

that we breathe night and day.

As Long As You Need Me

Love is a slow, winding pathway to the astral plains of madness. I want to light up every hidden smile while you study the creases of my soul: an unknown, bittersweet flame. You silence every rumination like air, and I suddenly forget every sadness that has defined the urn of my past. I feel lost in time, sewing the fabric of my own body - drifting seamlessly into nothing and everything all at once. The tangled mess of our beating hearts is an ambiguity that I want to hold onto. You make me feel more loved with just a single, silent look than I ever did with a million rough kisses on an empty bed. I could never understand the miles that you have walked alone in this world. But, I know that I have searched and read every book on the law of attraction - and the answer is still you. I’ll be as patient as a dew drop on a leaf and as soft as a drizzle on an autumn day. I’ll be here to fight the world with you until eternity takes its last and final

breath.

Snowgrave

Every voice is a supererogation

Of divinity’s immortal blizzard.

Sacred commands of monstrosity

Proceed in gregarious brutality

And the anatomical heart of a soul

Feels lost in ancient determination.

She holds the world in a snow globe

Cast upon eyes of fluorescent white

And hands sculpted in rigid sight.

If strength was every icebolt strike,

Then the world would succumb to the

Lost fountain of the roaring knight.

It is every voice that powers her

And every jolt of frigidity tugging

The strings of the underworld.

It is every ache of renewed reality

That speaks in words of aphonia

In graves of frigorific dystopia.

Sonnet of Solitude

Strangers of seclusion are silently

Seen so weary soldiers of servitude

Spit spectres of sin - spun to lifelessly

Steal soft gifts of sweetened solitude.

Single sounds of soulless searching has stirred

Stories sold in shears of tragedy.

Slaved in salted saloons, they sing in slurred

Speeches of sick submissive finale.

Savouring songs of seldom sanctuary

Softly sowed the silky seams of safety.

Forgotten souls sunk in solitary -

Scorched by the sons of past society.

Slavery sold severed segregation

Of souls in sanguineous starvation.

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@imperial-poetry-prompts

July Prompt #7: Slaving

A commentary on the injustice of slavery

Awfully answered as annoying alliteration

Kindness in faces of familiarity are the most dangerous to love.

They morph so easily into a splatter.

And it’s terrifying to know what it looks like.

How I wish they knew the love I held for them. How I wish I could have done more.

I would have been every sun and soft emotion. I would have been the deepest pocket of the ocean, to be the sanctum of summer tears - hid and frozen. I would have been the steadiest mountain to stay strong against every growing tide. And if I had known that they would fall for heaven that day, then I would have been every fabric of their parachute. I would have been everything I wasn't.

But now I am nothing,

but a funeral suit.

- The madness of grief

Would you still love me in shades of monotone?

I am a cypress tree on your neatly trimmed garden. I am the evergreen happiness that recites poetry in notes of b flat. I am your guardian made of stone and the hurricane of every flutter. My branches are lush in gold and every broken bristle is a hidden dust of yellow. Forget every fallen piece of me. Let every whisper of debris disappear into the wind.

Every glance and word of twine is a fairytale. Perfection. Let’s dance until the moon sees it’s reflection in our eyes. Reject the darkness that surrounds my every step. It is a slow and simmering night within me that you can never meet. I’ll light a candle and burn the roots to hide every festering phantom. My ghosts are not meant to be seen.

Blur your eyes from the cracks in my bark. I am the immortality that you seek. Bare the blindfold upon your soul and listen to the ocean inside of me. I am begging you to see that I am still whole. Every wave that crashes into me is eerily beautiful. I am as powerful as a gentle tsunami. I’ll shine like a sunset mirrored onto the rippling tides. Isn’t that the radiance you fell in love with? I am every mimic of kintsugi pottery. We’ll be a dream fever of a 100 degrees. A fairytale. Just set aside every shadow that I cast and I’ll stand tall for you.

Just let me stay in your garden.