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The words you said created a mountain, now my blood doesn't flow and my lungs don't move.

[herraticherald]

I will wake up tomorrow with a lighter heart

Make plans of making graves for past mistakes

Call the people I hide away from

In the sunny morning I will dance my way to life

And listen to calmness of the night in my heart

My body will unravel into new excitements and

My heart racing only for the thunderstorms outside

I will be myself once again and this just a world

I will wake up tomorrow to a better day

If I wake up tomorrow

[herraticherald]

Failure is a death sentence hanging at my neck.

[herraticherald]

She didn't deserve to smile and laugh

But she did

Who will save the heart from the guilt

[herraticherald]

They say I don't talk

I am scared of the disregard my words receive.

I am scared by my own helplessness

[herraticherald]

I clung to hope like a child in the name of optimisim beacuse I couldn't face the reality that stood at my feet.

[herraticherald]

To explain why you love is hard, to explain why I hate is so easy, but I still hold the hate closer to my heart where the love should be.

[herraticherald]

To eat because the food will drive away the worry there is, but the food is tastless and I still feel the need to grab my heart and make it work and make me feel alive.

[herraticherald]

[herraticherald]

I rever the fallen leaves, underneath my feet as I stare upon the crown of the trees.

[herraticherald]

I sway in circles, swept up by water ripples.

There is a training rushing to me,

And you, in front of me like a tilted reed.

Watching my eventuality of collision like a distant stranger,

From an ocean-like river apart.

I asked for your help, a familiar impulse.

To be held as I held you to see,

The sun, the rain, the seed.

Watching your inevitablity of growth like an intimate spectator,

From a sun-earth length apart.

The unsynched breaths in our lungs.

Alongside lopsided eye levels lay a legacy,

Of altitudes and actions we expect to reap.

Watching our cessation of connection like a self absorbed narrator,

From the distance between two hearts.

[herraticherald]

It is a broken cry of unmeasured thoughts,

A silvered lie holding the rotted cords.

The promise,

Of my love.

The plea you made is at my feet,

A promise I did not keep.

The essence,

Of my love.

[herraticherald]

I learnt not the caution but the fear of things

When you spoke,

And told tales unimaginable.

Inheriting furrowed brows ,whispered warnings,

I drape them over like a cloak.

Behind netted films,

Ears measuring the footsteps of plots and crimes,

I learnt not to live but to hide.

[herraticherald]

As a sandcastle crumbles with a wave, your trust in me died just as devastatingly. It did not matter if I built a castle of stone after, you saw not the high walls but the crumbled sand it stood on.

[herraticherald]

In a whitewashed film we are,

Suspended in recurring motion.

Thinking of loss,

Hoping of victory,

Regretting with rage the actions we took,

Regretting with guilt the words we spoke.

In a broken record we are,

Repeating churned out words.

Hurting with a passion,

Thinking with an anger,

Longing with a wish,

Crossing finish lines to new beginnings of the same old routine.

In an open space we are,

Two sun's of a lone system.

Insults we have already said ,

Curses we have already collected,

Reconciliations we have already suffered,

We fight to death and we fight to life again.

[herraticherald]

How the streaks of your life have stained mine, from oceans away, that my tears flow leaving dyed, embodied paths of you.

[herraticherald]

Life is a multitude of purples, blues and crimsons

Like a canvas,

Colour me more.

I won't tear apart like paper.

I will pick up the leftover brushes.

Bury your colours with mine.

Match your purples with my violets,

Blues with indigos,

Crimsons with pinks.

In the myraid of colours,

I will will myself a blank state of skin .

The canvas will be lost,

The brushed hardened wirh unuse.

Your colours dried up flakes with time .

With time again I will be coloured,

Fresh colours painting the high of my cheekbones.

Are they yours, mine, her's or his

Make a guess.