Ash Desrocher Poems

I miss the lower school,
where you and I could just stay friends,
with no repercussions,
cause you and I were just kids then,
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Whispers,
all I can hear,
around me,
faintly.
...

These walls heard
me when no
one else could.
They gave my
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Safety

Something not felt
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Not a mutual feeling

Not like I had wished
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Rereading all the messages

Tracing over any paragraph I find
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Monsters, I'm made of

the remains of me, long gone
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My lost love

Moved far away
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Delicate nights
When the stars burn
Bright, soaring through
The spotted glowing sky
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The walls of my brain

So delicate now
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