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Dearest. I beg of you. Learn my lesson, I lay before you...Lessons.
Living the tattered breath,
Watching the dancing stars,
At rest only within the shadow,
Petals close,
of lifes first times,
I learn one thing,
nothing.
I learn to hurt,
the ones who love me,
just as quickly as I learn,
I have expected too much.
of weaving patterns,
I sit and wait.
Watching the sea crash under me,
Just as things are meant to be,
responsible for all me pain,
I sit,
expect,
analyse,
wanting so,
that which I could never have,
or giving so much more than I have taken,
Living my delusions,
feeling more alone,
than the,
crystal spire,
in the cool dawn.
I pour myself over the rocks.
Gleaning nothing,
Wanting nothing,
Mearly feeling shards of my own self,
swirl within me,
as I struggle to consume them,
change them,
hate them.
metal over fist,
as nail hardened,
palms dance within the flame.
Purify that which cannot be.
Destroy that which cannot is.
As the Alabaster cools,
rubbing against the scars of my mind.
I walk,
an aching pit,
devoid of all but,
My hatered of the things within me,
and my inequitable love,
for the things without me,
that I can bring myself to care for.
Even those that rip me apart.
