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you say that you wanted me, only me

you'd wait until the end of time,

however long it would take.

but I didn't want that for us,

or for there to even be an us.

we tore down our walls. 

only to build them back up higher.

you said that it was always me,

but now it's all about her.

which her?

the one you hideaway,

to play with my feelings within.

shine glimpses of into my eyes,

only to keep her in the dark.

or the one who you cannot name,

because you want me to find her,

you keep her locked in that tower,

and she is not the one for you.

or the one that I truly do not know,

or only wish I didn't.

you knew that this one

would hurt me the most,

if only you hadn't let her in.

or me? the on you have forgotten exists,

disappearing into the shadows 

of our memories past.

Rick

 

One morning you wake up,

Everything feels different

You know the truth, everyone knows the truth.

Aches build and tears flow,

Seemingly endless as they day goes on.

 

Too early for sunrise, too late for sunset.

But you left your habits in my soul

Your thoughts in my head,

Spinning, wrapped around the facts

That I did not, could not

Would never accept as truth. 

 

The thoughts were killing,

Memories eating away by the day.

The pain was too much, 

And nothing would ever be enough,

Ever again.

 

And yet, I digress.

We lived on.

Pain still lingering,

Never wanting to leave me alone,

Peeking in through the holes that you left in me,

Which would one day,

Open up for you. 

The only one to Fear

 

There is nothing to fear my dear,

It cautioned into my beckoning ears.

Feeding off the reassurance

It doesn’t get worse from here.

 

It held my hand

Into the darkest of despairs,

–None unlike those I had already met– 

Further into my affairs.

 

Lessons taught along the way

To never mimic it’s actions.

Unless I seek the hatred,

That begs and begs to stay.

 

Never hiding, never there.

Unspoken tension clouding the air,

Holding us back from reaching at all.

Inevitably missing our true call. 

 

Manipulated by its own selfish ways

It encouraged us all to drift away. 

Never truly knowing why,

We fear all in nothing of you. 

unknown to him

 

You liked the way she danced.

Not because of the way her body moved,

But the way her fingertips told a story 

And how her face didn’t skip a beat.

She danced without forgiveness

And he wasn’t asking for it,

 

But neither were you.

 

You sat across the table,

Watching her from a distance.

Wishing that your eyes could meet,

For but a split-second sliver of her time. 

But her gaze was locked in on his

wandering eyes of the crowded night.

 

But your eyes did not wander.

 

They watched her hands

Fulfilled in his,

Wishing they were your own.

You sat and dreamed, 

And dreamed some more,

Clouding your insecurities. 

You Don’t Really See Me

 

My heart and soul,

Cascading off my tongue

A downpour of despair.

You hear my every word.

But were you really listening?

Grasping onto every word

As if it were your last breath?

You read my lips.

Acknowledge their movement.

But cannot unravel the meaning

That I have spun up for you.

You see my face

Right here, right now

But do you even recognize me?

In a crowd full of familiarity

My face, my lips, my hair.

Am I really home to you?

Oh, yes you see right through me,

And even though you’re standing here,

I feel as if I am alone.

In the Arms of Harm

 

She could barely keep her eyes open

Fluttering and struggling,

Vulnerability at its finest.

Entering into a state of comfort

Where nobody,

Nothing at all,

Could damage her.

If they would close

Slowly,

Softly,

Silently,

It would be forgotten,

Everything could disappear.

But the light

Kept them flickering,

Painfully securing them back into life

Keeping them awake,

Drawing a close to the satisfaction

Of being taken away from misery. 

It brought them back to despair,

Re-entering this world

A place known as home

Where light matches dark,

But the dark keeps her safe.

MANNERS 

 

Please.

Read this out loud.

It sounds better

To let the words flow 

Into their ocean eyes.

Don’t stop.

They’ll say shut up,

But

It is not nonsense.

Real life. 

Read this out loud.

Don’t brood around them.

Sit in your solitude

–Silence, even better–

Worrying about 

Stop.

How you will never see 

The end. 

Keep sounding out the words

You’re not there yet

Not quite.

Make up your mind.

Past lives

Are not worth living.

So move

On.

Thank you. 

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