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I fell for you the way a tree grows, Slowly and majestically, My roots carefully embedding themselves in every synapse of your mind. Blossoming with every millimeter. My branches wrap around you, Drawn to your sunlight. I didn't notice at first How it all crept up on me, My leaves beginning to display their beauty. Now I'm in too deep, Surviving off of your nutrients, Steadily happy and alive, And I will not stop growing.

Paper snow streams from the ceiling In a glitter of flashing lights And laser shooting, stone eyes. Motion stirs in a pot of boiling rage, Stress and anger rising as steam To seep out of the cracks in the walls. Like a drum beating in our hearts, The ground shakes with bass, Loosening our gripped arms, So we clutch tighter To contain the vibrations of this deafening bliss For as long as we can. Shifting melodies ease our trembles, Send shivers down our spines, And tingles to our minds. In escape, we find ourselves, Lost in dreams and memories, Hearts still beating to the rhythm.

One day as I was walking through the grocery store a lobster in a tank beckoned me close with a wave and a wink, such a charming little crustacean man I had never seen before, I drew closer and at his predictament I had to think. His shell was shiny black, not oily as a common sardine laid out on toast, but still would he share the same fate, if not for his beady eyes the cutest I had ever seen, pleading me to intervene and save him from the diner's plate. He said to me "how would you like to be my wife? I find myself quite smitten and you're not at all scary, an odd couple we may be but love is the food of life, you will be my darling and

In the unsung climes of the Night I withdraw again, seeking to heal the torrential tears I could never defend, how much more trauma must my sensitive muse endure as I contemplate another Sunset, searching for a cure? Suffering day after day, the depression demands to be fed on the hurt I exhale, the thoughts that remain unsaid, this pain clips my wings and laughs as I flutter in vain, my heart wishes to live purely but I fear I am going insane. Will things improve? I have always been out of tune as I stumbled along through this life, Death can't come too soon, a release from the pain that constantly torments my heart, but Death is easy-livi