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[zanmoran]

New poem for class. I particularly like this one.

Casual Affairs and Star Crossed Love Only Happens In Shakespeare

It's all too confusing.
It's all too wounding.
The way I live my life from day to day.

How simple is routine.
How simple is faking.
Moving seventeen muscles to smile a lie in place.

Clearly I'm falling apart.
Clearly I no longer care.
But why should I when nothing matters.

Why is it easier to hurt?
Why is it easier to break?
Love is truth and light and beauty but denial is easy.

Amazing how depression kills.
Amazing how pain feels.
Mutilated hearts and torn souls never mend.

I can feel my heart slowing.
I can feel my fingers numbing.
What’s surprising is how I can’t feel pain or regret or hurt.

I don’t know why they gather me up.
I don’t know why they hold my body close.
A touch once longed for, before they shattered me.

It's a lie when they say I'll be okay.
It's a lie when they say life is worth it.
What do I have to live for when they took it from me?

This damaged spirit has nothing left.
This damaged body has no life.
I have no reason to live to see another day die.

They always told me I would die.
They were wrong when they said they wouldn't care.