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I guess for all the love I poured out I just wanted to be loved back the same

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Blissful Ignorance Created by The

You are only blissfully unaware, until you are not

You are only blissfully unaware, until you feel your stomach,

tie itself into a knot,

It was only blissful, when you was not aware, but now that you are,

I’m asking, do you care

I’ve accepted that we live this way,

Ignorance is the key,

When something’s bad happens it’ll wake you up to the,

world and it’s madness,

and all things below the surface,

I’ve been writing for months and I still don’t know how to word this,

because it’s tricky,

and there’s so many situations I’ve found myself in,

I guess I’ll describe them as sticky,

and it’s clear, without me saying,

that we all know what I mean,

I don’t know why I keep rehearsing speeches in my dreams,

As if I’m going to wake the world up to everything, the scenes,

daily occurrences, the reality, the screams,

here, take a look, take a look behind the scenes,

this is where you’ll see right through all the screens,

Here is where you’ll notice, not everything is true,

if you look to the left you’ll see a broader view,

don’t squint your eyes, it’s not as bad as you think,

but I suppose, if you read the shit their hiding from us, you wouldn’t sleep a wink

And I guess there’s a reason for everything

and we can’t keep getting sad at the news,

and you’d think we’d learn, or atleast expect to lose,

But we don’t, we live in anticipation,

And believe what we see,

this is a story of how my life, perpetrated me.

I wish I could lend you my eyes so you can see you for who you really are and not for what they tell you to be. I wish I could lend you my smile so that you can smile only when you’re really happy and not for covering up what you try to hide inside. I wish I could lend you my heart to feel that you too are important to someone else, someone to care about, someone who deserves to be all herself. Because you are your own person. You have a heart, a soul and you deserve to feel and to need and to want. Sometimes being egoistic is perfectly okay. And sometimes taking something in return is alright. I said I want to lend you these things. I know you’ll give it back.

P.T.

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Do you know the taste of iron

It’s a simple savory bite

That changes your external lines forever

It is the cleaver coming down onto the chickens neck

The final wish

A last thought

Before the tides change and your bones are swept up into thoughtless oblivion

The scene is set and will replay

Look! A ticket just for you

What an honor it is

To know the taste of iron

How to Make a Storm

The storms were raging, so was my heart and throat. It was a bad night and my pillows were just as soaked. Although I was pretty sure that the heavy rain was beyond my window, it sure felt like the harsh winds were ready and strong enough any time to blow. I heard the rain pour on every street, but lanes of memories in my head were louder than each of the thunder beat. I got up and reached out for some light, but it seemed like the weather has dimmed almost my every night.

I prayed and I prayed… and looked for answers that the rain could not have made. I said, “It must have been me,” “my shortcomings and everything that I failed to see.” But today, thankfully, the storm passed a bit and it moved further away from me. Maybe it was a work of both the heavens and the sea, with the sun and the clouds deciding that they will leave us be.

“No, my darling, it takes two to make the skies better,” so I was reminded by the heavens as the clouds changed to form and letters. It was as if that even though I seemed forgetful of our every season’s flow, it was you who chose to already let me go.

You told me how sad you were in summer with only empty conversations and deserted vacations. So now, you would rather have us soaked in the storm without each other. In fall, know that it was never my intention not to call. Your rest in that season was more important to me and that is truly all. Understand that I would always rather have you beside me thru any of it and even all. Came winter and all the good things froze – even your heart did, when mine was simply searching for a refuge and its home.

We forgot to talk through the struggles and all the hard feelings that grew bigger as seasons went old...and these, these made all the storm.