I want you to try and figure out the true meaning of this poem. What I'm talking about. This poem just flowed out of me, and I never liked it until I read it over and over again and discovered a really deep meaning in it. And I surprised myself with what it was. I hope you like it. And I want for you to created your own meaning from it...

thanks for reading!

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CRASH AND BURN

we drank the poison already.

because we were all told that it was wine.

we were tricked into pain.

we were fooled by the promise of pleasure.

pleasure isn't real.

i'd like something real right about now.

everything is so empty.

i can feel you breathing.

your chest rising and falling.

exhale and inhale.

i've decided that i love you.

that you are beautiful.

and that i will keep you.

but this is happiness, and happiness is rushed idea.

and it isn't real.

though the truth will only sting for a second.

it itches afterwards.

and it bleeds red thick blood.

and it leaves a scar that reminds, as the scent of metallic blood

still drifts in the air.

and I breath it in and out and you tell myself that it will soon be gone.

and you smoke a cigarette and it is forgotten.

just thinking though.

thinking these thoughts before i don't have any.

thinking that it is better not to think as the fluids in my stomach rise up my throat.

and i choke and i gasp and i am alone.

i am alone.

and it is empty.

and it is dark.

and i am afraid.

this isn't like me.

i remember laughing.

crying.

smiling.

people laughing with me.

laughing at me.

i can't help but laugh.

but my tongue is drenched in pain killer.

and i don't think i know how anymore.

and i can hear you breathing.

as i gasp for air.

and i fall.

fall.

and crash.

and burn.