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Broken 3

Your past, my past,

it’s mocking us, every day,

every way it can;

memories, torment,

futility and pain, slap in face,

cracked leather.

Good intentions violated, screwed,


today’s future is hollow,

the things that were meant to be

are gone.









Tsar Bomba 2

Because you are you,

and I have no other true ally,

my nuclear lover,

any treachery is magnified infinitely,

to treason, to perfidy,

beyond reason,

and I react









C’est la vie, you say,


I agree,

the situation sucks,


let’s attribute blame correctly:

C’est la société.









Hurting people hurt

the ones they love the most,


Self-destructive vibe,

imposed and acknowledged:

if you’re as tortured as me,

you know,


it is yourself

and everybody,


that you despise,

as they drive you

another step closer

to suicide.




Remembering classic novels,

fairy tales,

inherited wisdom

of what you are meant to do,

I gaze deeply into his eyes,

hoping to see a sparkle,

a reflection of love

looking back at me.

But I am disappointed,

the eyes don’t shine,

they are flat,

devoid of any emotion

but pain and hopelessness.

The eyes are the window to a soul

of pain.

I look away.

All I can think of is death,

dead dreams, loss,

murdered opportunities,

life sucked dry.

… Sadness personified.

If I was the type,

I would cry.


as I feel him squeeze my hand,

I wonder whether the eyes I saw

were in fact his


a reflection of mine.