Perhaps when raindrops fell
from these eyes,
I had myself redeemed.
For so long a future
of nowhere shone
from the icy depths
that my heart became.

Emptied,
all gathered peace -
it slowly dripped into
a midnight sky formation.
A thoughtless process
that I conjured,
taking hold
within.

I found my way through
every day,
in suffocation of these
thoughts inside.
A mindless, numbing quarantine -
a suicide
of feeling.

But in my soul
I felt your touch -
all innocence that I had lost
revived itself in you.
A blooming flower I could not save...
I could not even save my
self.

Now with each new day
I've found new ways
to punish me
for all I never did -
for all I didn't stop,
for all I did not end.




How could anyone ever know?
How much I hurt inside
with every passing moon...
Razors have grown
underneath weary skin,
silently carving
with every breath I have taken.

And I have already taken
more breaths than I deserve...

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could make me love you less...