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The Infinite Thorn

I long for immobility; numbness for content
Like rocks on water, it skips the surface
An irregular metronome, shortness of breaths
You were my rose, but a thorn you prefer
Gave you my half, extinguished me to feel whole
A machete sliced every inch of my body
The ocean could not compete
Time stood still, and the feeling everlasting
The wrong fire ignited- how'd I let this happen?
Infinity is what I craved for you and I
Infinity is what I get, full of hurt and lies
Infinity, disguised as a rose
Infinity, no breaths and eyes closed

--Sam K., Adult