It is of these things that I'm sure.. 

When I hear your voice my body trembles. 

When you speak my name, I close my eyes.

Which is why when I think about the tragedy

of our lives not beautifully merging together..

I find it hard to breathe.

They always said falling out of love

Would be the hardest part

But they never said anything about driving past the local burger joint

Where we had our first date

Or the park where we used to sit and watch movies on my laptop

They didn't tell me about hearing your favorite song come on

And they never told me how I'd feel

Trying to fall asleep at night without hearing your breathing

Falling out of love was supposed to hurt the most

But nobody told me how much it hurt to be the only one left in love

The only one holding on

And the only one being taken advantage of

Letting go never hurt as much as holding on to something that could never be

Letting go was a relief

As if I was holding on to the very blade

That pressed into my skin

Tighter and tighter until I realized I was bleeding

You were the thorns on my rose

Thrust into my hands until I saw

That despite all its beauty

It still couldn't help but to hurt me

Falling out of love was a decision I made for myself

Because it hurts more knowing that my love was never enough

That there would always be a Someone Else

And a Someone New

No matter how many times you promised your soul to me

Falling out of love

Never hurt as much

As loving you

Actually did

Yeah it's me

You know the one you always ignore

never ever really thought about before

The one who you've hurt to the core because you care for others more

Yeah it's me

The last one standing

the one that's never demanding

always a breath of fresh air when compared to others

Why bother pointing out the obnoxious stares It's the attention you crave

How do they view me, the real me?

Is that me or am I just a reflection of them from within?

I didn't apply for this position but it's the one I've been enlisted.......IN

They told me this was a bargain otherwise I'd be subjected to the jargon of the norm

fuck the storm I was born to conquer waves a hundred feet high

Navigate the seas of life with strife and apprehension

I'm on a mission to separate, elevate and aggravate the naive

It's been planted in me like a seed

so I feel it like a need

I take shit to the extreme

like a drug dealer trying to get the most cream

Like Malcom we all "have a dream"

nightmares are also dreams

vivid stories of realty depicted in actuality not conformed by factuality

but just a dream

-SarcasticPoet

#poetry #challenges #prose #life #love

Bury me beneath the insecurities of man

Bury me next to Sandra Bland

Bury me in the minds of the masses

So we can eradicate hate amongst the masses

Bury me in sin until we meet again

Bury me

-SarcasticPoet

#poetry #death #prose #love #fear

finding out your best was never good

enough and it hallows your gut and fills with

a tomorrow that tastes like dread as it

enters in against your will, now numb,

being beaten in the street for crimes

committed against yourself, bleeding clear

but they can see it with eyes full of pity

you never wanted. your strength walks

on feeble legs, shaking and falling down.

the color begins to fade from your dreams

and you become convinced that your fate

is a desolate path all the others will walk on

as they follow the map to bliss you etched

into your heart. the anguish feels like home.

you wrap your arms around the guilt

of wasting their time while you tried to matter.

Awakened from dream

By a storm last night

At peace with the rain

And the thunder's bite

My inner eye bright

In lightning's white light

My vision unmarred

By life's base deceptions

My mind unfettered

Blank slate at post inception

I see myself floating

Safe in my mother's womb

While the world rages

Like the weather

Outside my room

And yet I know peace

Wrapped in calm chrysalism

Yet to be touched

By the cut

Of poor decisions-

I am suspended

Within life's morn

Chaste in the eye

Of a living storm...

                                                           Spring

                                                          kisses her

                                                        daffodil hair

                                                     fluff of the clouds

                                                 mirrors her cream face

                                                 her breasts are mounds

                                             of rich earth, sowing my seed

                                         of fertile need as I inhale her scent

                                   of fresh grass. Red tulips open as I enter in

                                      soft rain moistens and steams my ardor

                                           I ascend to the top of tree of life

                                           efflorescence builds in crescendo

                                           blooming intensifies and flowers

                                                     prized petals of love

                                                        rest in my arms

                                                         bud embraces

                                                              my skin

                                                              awaiting

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