You didn’t understand the poem, but that was because it wasn’t for you. It was for me to understand the pain you put me through.
May 2016
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Eventually I’ll stop writing about you and it’ll be bittersweet. Not because I’m not in love with you, but because I’ll just love you.
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and i fell
into whatever
you’d like to call it
there’s no feeling
no taste
it’s haunting
a sense of lost desire
where you can breathe
but can’t
at the same time
and everyone’s stuck
in their own narcissism
to realize
anyone else
but themselveslost around happiness
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Relationships aren’t meant to be based upon example. If you go with the flow all will come.
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Sometimes others narcissism will take place of your happiness. Don’t let it happen.
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i loved him
with a bitter taste
in my mouth
his hands
my grasp
the dark
damp street lights
gloominess of yesterday
we road waves
fire
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i sip the pinot
think of him
in the night
we go forth
dragging our toes
pulling hairs
frolicking in a show
i said he was mine
a few times
he flew
a few times
we twirled in days
where things made sense
before senseless became
the majority
i twine with
as he twines elsewhere
i loved
as he once did
like he once could
when hairs stood
from your neck
to your legs
and passion lingered
from your bonesonce ago
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we talked with love
hands
and doubt
wondering how
when
we’d find it
again
