Yo everybody. After some truly insane personal experiences (send pm if you want details), I've made a new friend and gotten back to writing poetry. This one, I wrote for my new friend, because she's awesome, but it was (obscurely) addressing an issue that caused some negative type friction.
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I never thought that I'd be here
But it's every how and always near
Loneliness, tears, the 24 marks that pierced my wrist
They're only a few stories that I'd never miss
There was nothing wrong with the messaged you'd send
Was it truly my incompetence that didn't make amends?
I awoke to a demon's scream to find it was only my own
... you whispered into my ear until I gave a dying moan
I approached you with wide open arms as you aimed the .44
You said you didn't mean to, but I couldn't help hitting the floor
Your words opiate like the narcotics I never brought
... until your and my bad habits became the demons I've always fought
I would never hurt you; I only gave you a whole-hearted hug
I always kept my cool and never dared get smug
I love that you care
And that physically, you're always there
I want to hear what you've got to say, but hate when you don't speak
I can put up with everyone's imperfections , but it makes me no less weak
You and I aren't so different; we won't forsake the other
But you've torn open deep scars; this pain does smother
Flashbacks will haunt in these coming days
I can barely see you through my all-surrounding haze
Senses fail as I break down to cry
Are apples and bullets so far from the eye?
I've got no bone to pick
But do something quick
It's the only thing I want you to say
One whole-hearted sorry, and the suffering goes away.