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Cold Shoulder

You’re so cold.

You and the winter are meant for each other.

My presence doesn’t seem to impact you in the slightest.

Do you even care about me at all?

I wonder.

Once I was your world but now that we’ve grown older it seems you’ve found another world to live in.

One I’m not invited to.

I want to appear stoic. It doesn’t affect me at all.

The truth is, it does.

When I’m around I feel like a +1.

To a party I was never invited to.

You are cruel but it seems you are okay with that. As long as you get to continue living in your bubble.

It’s okay.

Life is so beautiful these days. Something like this will not break me.

I won’t carry the pain.

I’ll set out…

To create a world of my own.

Little by Little

I can feel myself inching closer and closer

I’m almost there

But where is “there”?

How will I know when I’m “there”?

I probably won’t

I crave satisfaction

If only I could let go of that desire

Would that bring me closer to that point?

Oh no. I’m running around in circles.

Low Hanging Fruit

Would you let me try your fruit? The mere thought of such fruit causes me to lose myself A fruit so sweet, it remains incomparable to any other fruit I can imagine I’ve been searching far and wide for something so sweet And I’ve found it in you But don’t give it to me sparingly […]

Would you let me try your fruit?

The mere thought of such fruit causes me to lose myself

A fruit so sweet, it remains incomparable to any other fruit I can imagine

I’ve been searching far and wide for something so sweet

And I’ve found it in you

But don’t give it to me sparingly

For after I try this fruit, there is no going back

Forget it, I’m past the point of no return

Nothing is as sweet anymore

I only have a craving for your fruit

I sit under shade of a large tree and I gnash on this divine delicacy

After I’ve eaten it, there is a feeling of emptiness dwelling in me

I thought the fruit was what I was searching for all along

But now that I’ve tasted it

I don’t know if things will ever be the same

Did I reach the pinnacle of my existence with this sweet divine fruit?

Or is there more to life?

I wander around aimlessly searching for something that can fill the absence of that fruit but all I find is

Low hanging fruit

Sly Serpent

Oh my

What a mistake I’ve made

I run and hide for cover

To shield me

From your venom

But to the illusory mind, even a stick can appear to be a serpent

Cowering with shame I await for you to strike

In anticipation I psych myself out and start exhibiting symptoms that were never there

How could your poison become mine

How could I inject myself with the venom that was never there?

The idea of administering small amounts to create an antidote sounds sound

But in this case I’m achieving the opposite effect

Distributing large amounts into my system, I become sickened

And that sickness spreads to others

Whether willingly or not

Who has the antidote?

Where I thought I was of no use before, I really am of no use to anyone, anymore.

A Double Metaphor

You gripe about things with little sustenance

Still, your sustaining of the matter keeps that very thing alive

Can’t you see you are the one inflicting the wounds?

Sore and gaping?

Still you dare not to look at it

Because then you would have to treat those wounds

How could the inflictor double as a healer

I wonder

However I am not absolved

I am not better than anyone

I sit lying in hospice

Awaiting the day I can be released

Will it rest on my shoulders to be the one

Or will the wounds mend themselves and cease to be

Pardon me

I walk through a meadow with thick lush grass but a thunderstorm strikes

And the rain is too much to bare

I look for cover but there is none

To where will I hide then?

No.

There is nowhere.

I continue as it should be

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