You were ten years older but lacked the life experience I expected and truthfully, it was wrong of me for expecting.
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i often wonder if you ever understood the way our grace phased
if the words upon my face left you in daze upon days
how little the world meant and how bent out of shape you left
maybe the grace was just a taste that left a fuzz for your buzzyet i skip, think back and ahead of things that meant nothing to you
the sky, the utter death and screams of despair you left there
thoughtless of you to leave, the heave at your knees
i’m not foolish or stupid, not cupid or abusiveyour lucid dreams meant nothing while mine were forever
i think about the weather and if it was supposed to be never
if maybe we moved east while we were west
that possibly we were supposed to go north while dancing in southi still think about your mouth and my lips and the way we kissed
a drunken love would always miss
“what’s in your glass,” i said
the things in my head while we rolled in your bedgenerally mine, my mind, the fan, the pace and your face
your thoughts always opaque while mine sat transparent
like we sat at the tavern and talked about our future
sometime last august, right before autumn and prior to the ending where you just left me hanging -
People believe that soulmates are two people that were made for one another. I believe that we were made for someone, but that doesn’t necessarily mean they were made for us.
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I don’t know where I am or where I’m going, but I just want to be right here.
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i play in this and that, then and now, past and present
sometimes there are moments i’d rather not miss
i love you – but not now, not then and not ever again
but i do promise that i don’t regreti listen to the silence of the night
sit back, grasp a pillow tight and call forth the light
grind my teeth with might and reminisce with time
i roll my eyes, but if only i could stick a needlei feel and it’s soft and strung with madness that feels like velvet
feels like heaven and burns like hell
i welcome the felon, his selfish and seven without an edit
tastes like magic and his touch makes me helplessi pick the petal and everything turns yellow
the rhythm flows — he feels like elvis
his engine makes me melt and he can’t even tell
never knew the gentle touch of perfect would hurt himhe laughs with neglect and his eyes project
but the accent of perplex could never exit
the direction never changed as i stood with grace
always in range, forever remember the day
the way sadness graced his face on that hot summer day
as we walked the boardwalk near venice way -
Even though we’re no longer dating and haven’t spoken in awhile, I still look him up to make sure he’s doing alright.
