WAIDHA

eudaemonic

to produce my own happiness

i love it here now

but i also loved it there then

as much love as i know what to do with

and with as much sorrow as i knew how to handle

how could you put this all on me

i looked into your eyes and saw our future

and tasted your lips to experience it

perhaps your never ending sorrow lies in your inability to do so

you exist here and now

you must not relinquish yourself in the past as that is the easiest way to lose your future

forgive yourself for ever forgetting that you matter

scattered and engraved with the misfortunes of times past

to lie down peacefully on a creek bed

to be dug up and admired

but to settle back down with the sediment

worm food

calcium

particles of nothingness coming to futile fruition

to be forgotten would be a gift

a relic of what i once was

to let your sins flow like blood

and your words become your angels

whilst you remain the devil

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beseech then thy wicked manner

for thou who taint thy brother name

shall too be ridiculed and outcast

that you’re mere presence in my life hurts more than you can imagine

and while i am being dramatic you don’t get to down play the fact

that you showed me everything I ever wanted and took it away in the same instant