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"Have I Removed?"

Why does it feel so wrong?

I've left a little piece
Of myself
On the rim of a wine glass.
And I've allowed another to drink.
With or without me.

I've plucked
From the forbidden rose bush,
But only a petal.
Just one.
Before long I'll take another.
Until its beauty is nothing more
Than strands of thorns and
Green.

But I know it
That I've built buildings destined to crumble.
I seek heights beyond my reach.
The Heavens cannot be seen.
But Hell breathes on my backside.

Yet, I'm so proud
Of the things I've made.
Guilty or not,
I leave the beautiful disasters
For others to gander.
Irresponsible
And Green with power.

Some secrets are better left unsaid.
Unwritten.
Unthought of.
Like a comet in the Milky Way.

I'll save myself.
But I can no longer save you.
We used to save one another.
Or maybe I saved us.
Or maybe we lived.