Daniel Ryan Cotler Poems

In the forest of our hearts,
the paths are overgrown,
tangled with thorns
and the whispers of storms
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I am a candle
burning,
but too thin to last,
too soft to withstand the storm.
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I buried myself a thousand times more
each grave unmarked, each death just another closed door.
I died in the lies you breathed to my face,
in every twisted truth, every fall from grace.
...

The memories gone, the rooms left bare,
the echoes of love still linger there.
When you took all I had, left me stripped and lost,
it never crossed your mind who'd pay the cost.
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Love always came, but never in my size.
Too big to hold, slipping through my fingers,
or too small, choking me in its seams.
I wore it anyway
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Beyond the tracks
where the streetlights twitch like dying neurons,
and the pavement bleeds secrets no one wants to know
veins map escape routes,
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i miss all the things.
the before things.
the untouched things.
the innocent things
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