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enough heart ache for two.

I feel like this life is so fleeting.

and I worry I wont find a meaning.

before it ends.

The time just keeps slipping by.

Im aging... before my eyes.

I sit and talk with those whom I call friends.

but it never ends, they dont know me.

I dont have one.

but Im waiting.

my friend.

for the day you love me again...

I know it wont come but Ill hold my breath.

Ive been practicing. Ive gotten good at it.

its all just a game that they're playing.

I just wait my turn. keep on waiting.

untill it ends. and its over.

no... second player.

waiting till it ends.

and then maybe...

Ill see you again.

In that moment of beauty.

I remember that night. You on your knees, The tile floor. Braced against the toilet. Thin strands of hair across your face. Blood tinged bottom lip. A helpless look in your eyes. And I kissed you. In that very moment, full throws of beauty. I kissed you. I kissed ...

SMILE...

It’s good to know there are still people out there like me… on the loose.

The undead.

I live like a ghost. invisible and stuck to the corners and dim lit ways you never walk. observing without being seen or felt. as life unfolds around me, I burry the burden. this skeleton in my closet.

... Or Give Me Death.

Im nobody, the faceless.

the one you forget and leave nameless.

the one who cares for the careless.

teaches fear to be fearless.

thatll pick you up and be proud of.

the one who will give it all up.

who will bare your pain for a smile.

and all the while....

Im nobody the faceless.

the one forgot, burred nameless

the one trying to find where this pain fits.

wears a mask where their face is

fast loosing their patience.

one thats tired just waiting for days end.

questions existence.

that just want to KNOW.

they made one persons day

then the pain was worth it.

but not taken away

.

My Hands, Your Lips, Our Eyes.

My hands, you use to say they were perfect.

That I had perfect hands.

I wonder if you even noticed them before you left.

I see my hands everyday, but I never really look at them.

At least I havnt in years. But… Im looking at them now.

Time is showing, the texture is changing.

Fine lines cover my knuckles.

There seems to be more wrinkles where they bend.

They say you can tell someones age by their hands.

I wonder if it’s a fair representation.

I wonder if what my hands where to you, is what your lips are to me.

Soft, pink, plump, warm, delicate, perfect.

I wonder if Id recognize them. If in fact I were to ever see them again.

If we ever see each other again.

Our eyes looked so similar.

Like the same eyes on a different day.

They knew each other so well.

But I wonder if they would recognize each other now? Or later?

Somehow I don’t think so.

A change in shade, hue, fine lines, and wrinkles.

Lines of happiness and pain. Everything in between.

One just as indistinguishable as the other.

I wonder if itd be they cant, or wont want to recognize.

Or maybe theyd wish they had never forgotten.

the eeg shell.

Ill grit my teeth and bare your pain.

but you wont remember me.

all I was, this life, my tragedy.

a delicate balance, definition of fragility.

though planted feet I loose stability.

its hard to breath drowned in humility.

all the words I took for granted.

Even while trying I cant imagine.

I just want to say Im sorry.

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Theres a part of us thats no longer here,

and one that never was.

but when you feel it,

it makes you ache.

for better or for worse.

Fades each day,

yet never goes away.

The ability to forget...

has been forgotten.