Thursday, June 19, 2014

SOMETHING DEAD

My past lives haunt me
Death and regret
An unimaginable acceptance
In which I love myself
Loath myself
I died alone
I died a perfectionist
I see two lives
A man
A woman
Simple
And extravagant 
Structure and chaos
And I push away my present life
Wishing I could be something other than what I am now
Something dead

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