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The day after dawns a cold, sad day.

Sometimes I get afraid that

you will not remember me for me;

you will see me as

refusal- stainless steel,

other, taller men, and betrayl.

You will forget the me who brandished your drumsticks

against the world, knowing nothing could hurt me while

your name was inscribed in sharpee on the hilt.

I will not let us fall to the ground blind,

blaming each other for dying and

looking only for the affirmation of guilt.



I have hurt many people, I think.

And been hurt in turn.

I know I only can control what is inside myself-

you, slowly feel sadness become harder,

stare with saturated eyes back at nothing.

This is what I know-

I will always believe you are an angel.

I will always know you are beautiful,

and I will always love you,

no matter if you see me as a monster or as friend.

I struggled against this day,

and the reason is, I didn't want it to happen,

but I don't think we can overcome it

together like this.

Grow strong in your own soil and feel your roots become yours once again.

There are miles to go, love.



Maybe i stole too much but let me tell you what my crimes were not:

I did not lie about my love for you,

and I did not cheat;

and this is not another time where I am the sad fucked up girl in the back,

dancing for everyone.

This is a different kind of leaving.

I have no weapons, love.

I signed them over when I surrendered.

I don't want to fight to stay alive anymore.

Take my hand now, let the river flow,

you know I loved you like the sunset during our time,

like exploding fireworks of bliss,

like liquid aurora on a white background,

like all the wisdom in the world on the head of a pin.

Come, now, let the river flow,

let the days pass,

you will find yourself in the steady beat of them.