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Smoking Mistletoe





You've got me riled up/
These emotions pile up/
And I am stuffed/
Back down into a vial of/
Stifled love/
It's a virus from/
My early days as a child from/
The land of brightness cut/
In half by silent runs/
To you and slicing hugs/
I am stuffed/
With drying crumbs/
Sliding from/
The dying blood/
Spurting from the heart of this vile crutch/
You've become to me/
Slumbering/
In the eye of such/
A beholder, denying what/
I've earned begrudgingly/
Through all this suffering/
You come to me/
So lovingly/
Only to say were nothing, please/
Be done with me/
I'm shuddering/
As I'm shutting these/
Broken windows/
So the hopeless widow/
Cant choke and elope/
With me again, my soul is brittle/
And I mostly feel so/
Lonesome, with those/
Empty promises a joke, a riddle/
I cant expose or lift so/
I'm frozen stiff close/
The doors because the moment's ripped, go/
I'm only gripped so/
Tightly because the echoing wisps of/
Smoke and mistle-/
Toe's adrift, floats/
Into my home and sits so/
Precarious/
These arrogant/
Attempts at a "we" bury this/
Honed and wishful/
Deep weariness/
I see merriment/
In your eyes/
An esteemed variant/
Of a bride/
That leaves dreariness/
Every night/
As I awaken and weep carelessly/
For the dream tearing me/
Apart, at least sharing this/
With you released fairy tales/
From my heart, I bleed berry and/
Scarlet from my beat larynx and/
Teeth baring at/
Reality I sweep, parry it/
Swing, cherishing/
This pain I keep carrying/
This port I leap, sailing in/
Angry/
Deranged, these/
Emotions make me/
Realize I may be/
Trapped in a belief daring me/
To play Russian Roulette with a sleek derringer/
Cause I allowed myself a slight instance/
Of letting light in with/
A purpose, to like prisms/
Of fire rippling/
Through the dry twigs and/
Leaves of my prison/
Denied visions/
Of what my instincts said would be my crippling/
Sentence, the tithe given/
I'm an idiot and she is my village/
The crime stripping/
Me of the knowledge that let's me fly within/
My personal harem/
I dont care if/
The world is scared when/
I take the mic in this/
Hand and speak rhymes, sylla-/
Bles and tie ribbons/
With language/
It's my savior/
Not a paper/
Tiger that acts sly, kisses/
Me, denies, listens/
Then leaves while I writhe, slipping/
In and out of a dime's wishes/
This is my purpose/
I'll live in earnest/
I write, live and/
Might hit this/
Side blistering/
Cause I'm the right villain/
This is a divine image/
That I'm dipped in/
And I've realigned with it/

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