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I'm getting comfortable with coming home to myself
I can turn right at the stop sign onto my street and I don't miss the times you were waiting there for me
but on Sunday I realized I still have a key to your apartment
and I'm sorry for being the reason you know what losing someone tastes like
there's still two toothbrushes by your sink and I hope we're both coming to terms with the things not meant for us
you deserve more than my hesitations
No more promises,

Because nothing is guaranteed in this life

Everything we thought we'd have can be taken away in the blink of an eye. . .
don’t run into the darkness,
your nightmares will only bleed
through the pages, into the fabric
of your desperately created new self.

ready to retch, they’ll ask, you’ll succumb
to the shot of sugar proffered to you
on a blackened spoon, signature
by the opposite hand, vacant lungs.

I know you’ll query the fingers,
cold, gaunt runes around your neck
but in time you’ll learn to love them,
their unspecific touch, the frosted tips.

with a drip of blue fizz they’ll put you
back where you came, mail you
capsules that vanish in the throat
but taste of your blood, of peppermint.
Written: May/June 2021.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time - the title may change. Feedback welcome. As always a link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
 Aug 2013 Joseph Kernozek
HEK
atoms cried for
"home, home, home."
you came. brought
the rains that fell
on blessed fields
and wet the dirt
and crushed the
petals. listen: "ah,"
they gasp, and "here
it is," and "home
is the thing that
hides in the rain."
You are my addiction
And I can't explain the way that I'm feelin
everytime I'm around you
You make me nervous and weak

I've got this Ghost-buster T shirt
And you wear vintage couture
How can I make you see that I'm the one
you've been missin
And all that you need

The distance between us is driving me crazy
Girl did you ever think that maybe I'd be
perfect for you
And maybe you are perfect for me too
I can't deny you have my heart and it's tearin
me apart

I know you don't feel the same way but maybe
someday

I wrote you a letter 'cuz I can't explain the way
that I'm feelin
Everytime that I try to I can't even breathe
So I'll sit alone in my bedroom and dream
about
How perfect it'd be to have you here with me
Maybe one day you'll see
Until then I'll just wait for you
They let me out of my room today.
First time.
Must be for good behavior or something.
I walked down the hall
on my own two feet,
a matched set of burly male nurses
shadowing me
in case I decided to jump another patient
                                              or myself
                                              or them
                                              or something.
But I didn't even see anyone else.
And I sat in another room,
bigger, but just as empty of color.
The dark poet speaks to me
In tones of negativity.
Altho, what is reality,
Is...we are what we choose to be.
We see just what we want to see,
Blind to spirituality.
In the true eventuality
Our hearts and souls and minds be free.
This is what I want to be...
Adrift in positivity!!

JMA
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