coldbloodpoetry

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It is not love that conquers all. It is grief that can take hold of every corner of a life and seize it.

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If I were asked if I would rather never meet you, my answer would be yes. Because that would mean that I could never lose you, that I would never have to live in this agony of mourning you for the rest of my days.

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Reliving the pain of losing you is all I have left of our bond.

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Every day since you've been gone I am losing you over and over again. The pain of losing you is all I have left, all I am capable of feeling.

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The world has always been a hopeless place, but it has become even more hopeless...

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The bliss found in the absolution to destroying your life carelessly when no one needs you, no one loves you.

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In a haze of hedonistic melancholia

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I smoke.

There is a feeling of you in the cigarette smoke.

I inhale deeply. You are all around me, invading my lungs, leaving your scent on my clothes.

I can almost smell you, taste you in every breath.

The cigarette burns out. I light the next one with shaky fingers.

The ashtray is full.

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How many more days will it last when I can't leave my bed, let alone my flat, and the only fresh air I get is on the balcony smoking?

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Even when I have catapulted myself into another dimension, so high that I can no longer lift a finger or feel a single thing, the sirens of death don't stop serenading in my head.

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the stale smoke seeps into my room

I lie motionless on my mattress

the world keeps turning

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The disastrous thing about a low point is that you know exactly when you're headed for it again, and yet you can't do anything about it.

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This nagging cough I've been having for a while feels like my body is trying to cough out my rotten soul.

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in the past you treated me like a piece of meat to satisfy your ego and now you want my sympathy to heal your inner demons

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don't let your love show, it will make me run away

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It's not that i don't like children, i just can't relate to them, maybe because I never got to experience my own childhood.

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I see you trying to petrify the world's gaze like Medusa, rising, and shouting that you're real, over and over again until you're heard.

-Caterina Stamou about Venice