It's like a version of hide-and-seek... But we're not children... And there's no known rules... Or foreseeable end in sight. Because the person who's been doing all the searching... Is the same one still waiting to be found.
Tag: fucked
Conductor
If you controlled the train and I laid down on the tracks... Would you reach for the brakes? Or just sit back and relax?
Drowning
If I close my eyes and hold my breath,
I can imagine myself back besides you.
Within that moment I’m back
floating in your scent,
drowning in your touch,
and backstroking in your presence.
But as soon as I relax
and try to take a breath,
I’m sucked back into the present…
Once again left gasping for air.
Still
I hate myself for what I put you through... And I hate myself more for what I still want to do.
Cunning
You flatter with half-truths and manipulate with lies... Only to get yourself between some sad girl's thighs...
Empty
As you left
I laid my head
upon the dock...
Then I smothered out
my cigarette...
On your empty bottle top...
Unraveled
Like a loose thread
on your favorite sweater
you unraveled me.
Nonchalantly picking,
pulling, and tugging at me...
Until I was left nothing
but a tangled mess.
Fragments
Fragments of myself
have been hovering,
Suspended above me
in my own abyss of isolation.
I’ve been trying so hard
to get ahold of them,
Repeatedly reaching out
in acts of desperation.
But every time I go
to grasp them…
My touch just pushes them
into the wrong direction.
Code Blue
The worst thing
about a code blue…
Is when the doctor finally
throws in the towel…
And you’re left there
looking at an empty body…
Realizing there’s nothing else
anyone can ever do.
Shrapnel
We ignited each other
like pipe bombs.
Our harsh words
sailing into one another
like shrapnel…
And leaving nothing
but ragged scars
and bloodied flesh.
AO Poetry 
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