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I call myself a writer but all I've ever written were elegies for the love I used to feel for you but died tragically. It died tragically after you left me with open wounds that won't mend; bruised me with words way too abusive, they make me shake uncontrollably even now. And your memory, the face that resembles the moon, it haunts me. It haunts me that I run away from the crowd like I'm losing my mind. The cacophony gets louder and your voice, I hear it over the hubbub swallowing me. You call me like you still own all of me. Oh I confess, you still do my darling, you still do. Though I claim that my love has died a long time ago, it throbs with the heart you occupied.You scarred my skin with your name so I will remember you for eternity. And I will surely remember you. For you gave me so much to remember.

I know you're gone. But my pen just can't stop writing about you. So I write another piece...another cold work of art. For the twenty seventh time, here's to the love I want to shower you with but has to die because you left before I can even offer my heart to you. Now here I am, staring at a blank space that used to be our home.

Oh darling, why does love have to be so cold?

-For all the things that refuse to die,

Katie, 20:00

No I don't want to know your favourite colour on our first date , no I don't want to know who was your first kiss ! Tell me about your daddy issues and your childhood traumas .Tell me what was the reason your broke down last time .And then as the days and months pass and we are slowly fall in love with each others dark and true side then let's debate on whether frogs are cuter than Llamas , let's dance under the waste of constellations with our muffled laughs echoing , we'll slowly unravel eachother's brighter , euphoric side .

Let's fall in love wholey and thoroughly .

There's no place I belong. I go through everyday feeling uncomfortable and out of place.

Sequoia Red