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I’ve cut up every vein.

I’ve experimented with everything.

I’ve short-circuited the neurons to my brain.

I’ve numbed myself to all pain.

Why must it be written

That I yearn for Heaven,

But I must let her tear my heart open?

To the fields of dreams I tend.



Don’t tell anyone this,

But I miss your kiss.

I miss that agony when I was in bliss.

My heart to me not, but our tryst

Was not something found in any rhyme.

Though the sand fell but for a short time

I was able to own.  For once it was mine.

I always wanted it for once things felt fine.



For that one moons quarter light

I could open my eyes to see its plight.

Nothing really changed that night

Except for the meaningless fight

Ended when we became lovers.

When it ended that night forever

When I neglected to remember

To tell her how little I loved her