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Sweet Pain
What sweet pain
to pine for you endlessly
to recall our memories
to cherish having known you
to share new moments still yet
to hear what you would have said.
What relief
if I join you in hellfire
then we be damned together
as sly, crafty delinquents
harbored by satan's trash cans
while we plot how to burgle
delicious, coveted bugs.
What honor
if you await in heaven
then it is not yet perfect
I know you long for me
Once I stand outside death's door
I will knock – fresh, clean, friendly
with flowers, asking for you.
What delight
if humanity is bond
then know I am most mortal
Yet, this is enough greatness
I have accomplished plenty
by conquesting your friendship
I am still, peaceful water.
What courage
If I foresaw my heartbreak
then I would choose to know you
accepting the certain loss
again, again, and again
I am the most valiant knight
my bravery is epic.
What great love
to value myself better
because I know, partially
I am you. And furthermore
because I know, completely
you loved me.
Cheyenne Dorsagno is a pessimistic optimist and a laughing crier born and raised in underdog Utica, NY. She studied English and practiced journalism at SUNY Oneonta. She strives to capture a vulnerable yet compassionate look into humanity by citing odd details and articulating universal truths. She believes that art should be layered with achievable challenges, from hedonism to theoretical meanings of life. Her routine consists of family, all things culture, and tired-but-unending thought-journeys.
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