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If I had You

If I had you

I could consult you for a dream

You could teach me lessons

Make my whole self me

We could discuss my shaky future

And make all my goals come true

We could work together

If only I had you

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Inscape of My Poetry

Will the inscape of my poetry

Foreshadow my doom

Will it lay the groundwork for me

Intentions in a cradled moon

Or is it visions of my trauma

My past that lit fire after night

The things that built me lonely

Past and Future surely blight

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Creating a Whisper of a Wisp

Little feet sleepwalk on the hardwood floor between worlds creating a whisper of a wisp as they run. Childhood laughter hides in every corner haunting me. How I would die to see them again. How I would give my soul to see them whole.

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Predator Eyes

What drew you to me?

Was it my innocence?

Did it radiate to you?

Could you tell I was a victim,

Because I didn’t have a clue?

Couldn’t avoid you

or notice your predator eyes.

Couldn’t deny you

or sift through what I didn’t know were lies.

I let you have me

and take me

to the worst parts of you.

I let you use me

and break me

because I didn’t have a clue.

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Ebb Away my Happiness

Can you ebb away my happiness?

I don’t want to hope

Memories break down on me

Broken glass, a shattered trope

Can you bring me realization?

A world too physical to breathe

I need to not drift elsewhere

I need truth too sharp to sheath

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The door opened creaking on its hinges to nothingness on the other side.

A black void of silence.

Face to face with this lore that has haunted me since my mother disappeared, I swallowed back my fear prepared to take a step inside, but hands as twisted as shadows pulled me in.