Yesterday I Died

My vacuum filled with hate and resentment.  
Nothing is left of me. All that is left is dead and rotten

A Happy Poem

You once asked me to write a happy poem

“Why so gloomy babe? The world is beautiful”

For you My Love,

I could write about the sun rise

Kissing my face gently at dawn

As I wake, tangled with you

After long nights

I won’t mention the emptiness

I now feel at those moments

Those same rays, now unwelcome intruders

When I am here alone

My only company, the demons that you left

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