I Will Kill Poetry

She will be with me (2026).

I don't know how to write poetry without cutting into my skin for the blood to soak the pages.
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I've worked too hard for the joy to soak in through my skin and dwell within my bones.
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I have fought, kicking and screaming and punching, for my place in the green grass and yellow sunshine.
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I have fought for my vision to correct itself and my skin to fit properly around my veins.
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I have killed and died and revived, all for my share of a peace I cannot comprehend.
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Poetry is my passion, but I will not destroy myself, just to write her again.
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Poetry will have to change herself to fit into the life that I have bled and died and cried to build for myself.
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I will kill poetry, too, and raise her up in joy and love and life and peace so she may be with me.
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I will NOT kill myself to be with poetry. She will be with me.