All There Is
I love you, I hate me
say anything to set me free
Thunderous silence breaks my heart
a blind boy's expression tears me apart
Leave me hanging by tiny threads
cut by a razor blade; a release in red
Equivocal certainty of the end in sight
the benefice of the consoler is revealed in the night
A splash of blue and an orange fall leaf
fracture bones not withstanding grief
He hates me
I love him
That's all there is to this story
The end.
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