Dio Writes

poetry

Vibrant dreams of distant past Shades of memory, thought lost Compulsion driving my return Joy and trepidation A sense of urgency to this call

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I found you, my goddess

Between the bytes of make believe

And through knowing you

Found that I finally knew myself

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I do not understand why you persisted

Broken as I was, pushing you away

I'm done with love, I told you

Grieving, waiting for dissolution

You felt the lie in my words, I think

Waiting, hurt by my constant rejection

Me, trying to save you

You, refusing to leave

'I love you,' you confessed, terrified

My acknowledgement without reciprocation

I cannot, I told you

Terrified that i might be wrong

Hurting, one too many rejections

You disappeared

Me, wondering, worried

Knowing it was what I deserved

Returning, you had a new crush

I was happy for you (no I was not)

An unexpected sadness

Admitting, finally, that I might still feel

I was hurt

(I deserved it)

I was jealous

(I was a fool)

I think I have feelings, I said

You knew

I've been stupid, I sighed

Yes, but I love you, you said

Why

A question i cannot answer

But I love you too

For all my fatal flaws.

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Whatever you are

Injury Sickness Curse

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This is not the world I was born into

That world of ice rimed puddles

Of brightly colored kites, soaring

And endless possibility

This world has stripped its gears

Screaming as it dies, discordant, broken

Why am I here, I wonder

I want to go home

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Thrice I’ve come through your doors Quiet, soft-spoken hellos The resonance of this place, calming Me, afraid to ask you why

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An infinity of choices Both particle and sine Scoff at wondering voices Who see in this divine

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Breathing the air of civilizations past

Their ancient dust coating my lungs

I wonder

Will we too come to this

Forgotten and half rediscovered

After our time has long since passed

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This me that I created Made from scraps of disused parts A cardboard self, meant to be discarded Adamantine armor to protect my heart

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TW: Death, Mortality, Grief

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