Lorbi - Hello Poetry

My grief was only ever her fault insofar as it was "her fault" for falling asleep in my arms.

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Jan 4, 2017

Jan 4, 2017 at 5:28 PM UTC

My grief was only ever her fault insofar as it was "her fault" for falling asleep in my arms.

it's the car crash that nobody was around to see, nobody to call for help it's the drop from the precipice that never ended that sensation in your gut of sickening weightlessness forever in perpetuity it's this daily unanswered call an echo unreturned it's this constant hesitation this wavering sensation of incompletion a melody with no conclusion, unresolv-

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Dec 26, 2016

Dec 26, 2016 at 1:55 PM UTC

Unresolved

it's the car crash that nobody was around to see, nobody to call for help it's the drop from the precipice that never ended that sensation in your gut of sickening weightlessness forever in perpetuity it's this daily unanswered call an echo unreturned it's this constant hesitation this wavering sensation of incompletion a melody with no conclusion, unresolv-

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*Arms clasped around the small of your back as you stared up at me in the elevator My heart was ready to burst* "You were the best thing that ever happened to me," I said. "And then the worst."

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Dec 14, 2016

Dec 14, 2016 at 8:24 PM UTC

12/14/16

*Arms clasped around the small of your back as you stared up at me in the elevator My heart was ready to burst* "You were the best thing that ever happened to me," I said. "And then the worst."

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Two strangers grazing hands on a crowded train, neither saying a word nor pulling away, simply acknowledging each other's warmth

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Nov 22, 2016

Nov 22, 2016 at 12:31 PM UTC

11/22/16

Two strangers grazing hands on a crowded train, neither saying a word nor pulling away, simply acknowledging each other's warmth

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An irrational fixation, an aberration of sense and reason, a heart committed to treason, betraying the self and the pursuit of peace

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Jul 9, 2016

Jul 9, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC

Fixation

An irrational fixation, an aberration of sense and reason, a heart committed to treason, betraying the self and the pursuit of peace

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Hello, I miss you Sometimes I tell strangers about you, Sometimes you're still all I think about And sometimes I wonder if all I have left is a really good story The things you left in the past could have changed your life The things that wouldn't last, still alive, just barely A tempestuous undeath unto your frail memory Just trying to make it through another day

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Jul 3, 2016

Jul 3, 2016 at 5:48 PM UTC

All I Have Left

Hello, I miss you Sometimes I tell strangers about you, Sometimes you're still all I think about And sometimes I wonder if all I have left is a really good story The things you left in the past could have changed your life The things that wouldn't last, still alive, just barely A tempestuous undeath unto your frail memory Just trying to make it through another day

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Imagine loving someone with the diligence and care of a blind person reading Braille, fingers scanning bumps, tactile derivation of understanding

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Jun 22, 2016

Jun 22, 2016 at 3:31 PM UTC

Tactile

Imagine loving someone with the diligence and care of a blind person reading Braille, fingers scanning bumps, tactile derivation of understanding

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They're hidden away, Forbidden sunsets, handholds These pictures still hurt

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Jun 18, 2016

Jun 18, 2016 at 8:53 PM UTC

Pictures

They're hidden away, Forbidden sunsets, handholds These pictures still hurt

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I would rather be alone than make you unhappy again

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Mar 6, 2016

Mar 6, 2016 at 2:19 PM UTC

3/6/16

I would rather be alone than make you unhappy again

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Entitled to be untitled, blank forgotten gravestone, smooth marble untainted with dates and memories Escape unscathed, no scratches, no scars, No doubts or hopes or doors left ajar Clean, empty, pure desistance, an insistence to embrace the nothing inside us all

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Feb 26, 2016

Feb 26, 2016 at 10:08 PM UTC

Entitled/Untitled

Entitled to be untitled, blank forgotten gravestone, smooth marble untainted with dates and memories Escape unscathed, no scratches, no scars, No doubts or hopes or doors left ajar Clean, empty, pure desistance, an insistence to embrace the nothing inside us all

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