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Tearing I love that you inspire me but wish that you'd desire meTearing by ~seewuh
it wasn't your intention but it seems you've set a fire in me
from now until you tire of me
I'll fight to keep in touch.
from now until the next we meet
I'll miss you very much.
Revisit your delinquency but promise me you'll think of me.
I'll hide inside my heart and horde the many smiles you bring to me.
as long as I can blink and breathe
I know I'll make it through
waiting til at last the day
I'm face to face with you.
Puzzled I watch you assemble a puzzle of poppiesPuzzled by ~seewuh
wondering where I fit in
the top or the bottom, the left or the right
the edges, or somewhere within.
The colors I see are all red, black and green.
I think for a moment, and frown.
They're glossy and clean, but then...look at me!
I'm faded, outdated, and brown.
As things click together a picture appears.
I find myself holding my breath.
Close to completion and still I've no place
Perhaps I'm the last piece that's left.
You suddenly finish. I'm not in the image.
I scream out, "WHAT IS THIS?" and sigh.
I can't help my color! Assemble another!
I may not fit in but I'll try.
Scrappy the Robot I thought I was human but then it occurred to meScrappy the Robot by ~seewuh
under my skin where I cut it was circuitry
wires on fire, smoking and melted
my limbs are destroyed and I still haven't felt it
that or much else, since I have to be honest
I'll soon power down and find what is beyond this
I once could feel pain, when I once had emotions
the chips for those things must have dislodged or broken
"broken", that word, it's the word that I heard
when they swore they'd repair me, they swore I'd be cured!
they made me feel real, when I learned what real meant
we linked by the arms, and then forward we went.
"This kind of relationship surely won't last!
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An Unwelcome Lapse Lasting As if the sand wasn't salty enoughAn Unwelcome Lapse Lasting by ~seewuh
tiny torpedos flee my face to graze the ground
without a sound
save for the waves and ravens
and the faint churning of a nautical engine
appendages bare with raised hair
in a disappointing start to Summer.
Surely it's Summer somewhere...but I'm here.
I'm stuck.
In the breeze I freeze, replaying scenes of people leaving
leaving me crying and seething.
Who will make sure I'm still breathing?
Like a waterlogged soggy message in a cracked bottle
Ink splotches, smears; it's clear now no one understands me.
The brief hope it gave me that someone would save me:
Erased with haste like pen on the pag
*friended*
Sta.sh
for dA poetry 
