Funny how it was so easy to set you free. The regret is a timetable with an infinite beginning and an unforeseeable end.
Your beauty is dormant, in hibernation for the perfect spring renewal.
Tired of all things, especially the incessant troubling thoughts and worries.
I have heard the news, I have seen the papers. You left. And it was a neon sign.
The feathery entrails of a broken soul still linger and give me bitter diarrhea.
"I am part of the power which forever wills evil, and forever works good."
It was three summers ago, and it felt like yesterday.
All of nature can be fooled. Everything except for time.
You walked past me, and there was a glimmer of recognition, not of friendship or forgiveness, or of anger or animosity, but a moment of honest appraisal.
I don't want your approval, just your love.
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Secrecy is best used in moderation like a sweet dessert.
The assiduity of madness, the mid-evening sickening lack of clairvoyance, and the preponderance of thoughts weighing on my frail existence is too much for me to bear.