Word Epiphany

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Well, now,

If little by little you stop loving me

I shall stop loving you little by little

If suddenly

You forget me

Do not look for me,

For I shall already have forgotten you

If you think it long and mad

The wind of banners

That passes through my life,

And you decide

To leave me at the shore

Of the heart where I have routes,

Remember

That on that day,

On that hour,

I shall lift my arms,

And my roots will set off

To seek another land

We created the fiction of our happiness and lived in a world that rivaled fairy tales. My existence was purely existential in the shadow of your greatest dreams. But our utopian universe had the longevity of a lucid nightmare; I knew I was dreaming but could only control my consciousness. Love me, because love doesn’t exist, and I have tried everything that has. Everything illuminated is seen more clearly in the dark now. Though your wings fluttered away for the last time, you parted in a sea of clarity. Catharsis has yet to arrive, like the angel I’ve so long been waiting for. We mythologized our past and I glorified our future, but sometimes it is not completeness which we so need, but rather the absence of emptiness. This page in my paper-thin future is infinitely heavy with the void of unfulfilled promises

My biological need for sleep has expired

Yet my eyes are still dreary

And I’m so very tired

Class is begininng though I’m still in bed

My grades will soon begin to look dire

Optimism isn’t working

I always keep trying

But I can’t shake the feeling

I’m about to start crying

I have no use for friends

They don’t understand

This feels like the end

Of time just beginning

It strikes you, it hits you

It leaves in your heart

The question of whether

It’s syntax or art

It changes you deeply

In such profound ways

It remains in your thoughts

For days upon days

Creation of such poetically profound verse

Is an epiphany of language

And synthesis of souls

For poetry is the fusion of words

And emotion too intense to express

Without pen and paper

I write because the words hurt less on paper.