Millie Fraser Poems

Someday, I will forget.
And all the hurt and burnt pieces of my memory will be gone.
I will someday cut my bonds,
That bind me in this wretched fire.
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This love that burns,
This love that bites,
This love that torments as i writhe in its spite.
In the bloody mess of my consciousness
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As the day gets hotter and the hours longer
And my mind had wandered into the farthest reaches of my consciousness,
The sickly hands of boredom twists its fingers around my wrists,
And it is far too easy to succumb to it's soft caress.
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The boy on the other side of the world is beautiful,
Exquisitely pieced together,
Like a sculpture made from broken glass,
Each piece worn smooth to the touch.
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You're dead, and the realisation simply passed you by.
Those stars have left your eyes and in their absence have left a glassy surface,
All those tears you collected and kept hidden away
Now seep burning through your veins and disturb your souls purpose.
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Everything is different and everything is the same.
Your leaving caused no thunder,
No scorching rain from blackened skies,
No thickening floods to pull me under.
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Lazy days slipping away,
Wish I could catch them but I'd hold them like water,
Letting them fall through the gaps,
Smiling as they crash around my body
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I’m standing on the edge, I can feel my feet start to slip.
Don’t pull me back because you’ll pull me under.
I can’t swim when I’m with you; I let the water close over my head.
I want to jump, or at least fall, I can’t stand with you anymore beneath this thunder.
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Tonight I ask the monsters of my dreams to call a truce,
And instead come with angelic smiles
And I will collapse with wonderfully heavy bones as they drag me from this ragged reality,
And revel in the exquisite pain of falling into sleep.
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In our times of fury,
We roll in our wretched despair.
Our skin drenched in the hate,
As it drips from our swollen bodies 
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