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I brewed poison for you. But you weren't too happy to hear. You came home, your body worn and haggard, your arms long and lanky, your legs, limping. You walked in quietly, too. There was no intention behind any of this, but... then you drank it. And I knew it hadn't been me. It had been Time.
Let me tell you how it feels - it’s the destruction of many planets from within; it’s the baobabs galore on a poor star, and it’s the crack in the sky that makes the earth cry. It’s the bird migrating south with thunder at its tail. It’s the gods breaking dishes on the kitchen floor and the shards buried in permanence. It’s your skin turning over in its wake, crying from a rude nightmare. I used to need you. You used to need me. But now I don’t need you. We are nothing to each other now. If at all, anything, we shall destroy each other in blindness and deafness. Call me, call me by my name - see that I have left.
It begin with horses. They did not gallop but stood still in their fancy clothes, too heavy to run. It was then that I begin to muse. It was then that I thought of her more than ever before, and an onslaught of thoughts flooded me.
Perhaps everything that I said and did with her did not count as even a speck of dust in the great spectrum of her future. Perhaps our words were just ornaments to our troubled lives, and now, the holiday season was over, and it was time to doff our fancy fantasies.
I was made only half done.
The other half of me
lives inside a love of mine
soon to fulfill my half-ish needs.
She has what I do not
and it is no competition
which heart beats the loudest
in the want of our completion.
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A costly display of affection and sincerity, a gift is the fatal upbringing of today's society. While you may think you can make homemade gifts, this is also costly because it costs time, and time is money.