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Couple New Poems

Hawthorne ( title might change in the future)

Staring out of the walls of a glass house.

Being so close to feeling.

I am too scared to touch you, afraid to break you, to break porcelain skin,

to drown in sinking eyes.

It would kill us.

To Break you would be a sin. To Touch you would be a crime.

I watched from my sanctuary, of a glass house.

Untitled

Palm upright to the sun.

Glistening with the jewels of your blood. Drowning in a Sea of Crimson.

We Feel six feet under,

unaware,

We built an epitaph,

One of us.

A corroded ending to us.

I killed you,

willingly,

Showing of every inch of yourself.

Gasping,

for a breath,

in our air,

Polluted with our smug.

My Attempt to write prose

Life,

is like a collage. You Never know ,

what piece goes where, but ,

when it's done it's something beautiful.

One of a kind.

Days seemed to be long, never ending.

The weather becoming a bitter, cold something,

my summer warmth,

atmosphere,

couldn't take the past week or so.

He,

had taken a toil on me emotionally, physically,

Mentally.

I had dropped ,

just as the thermometer had as well.