barry-nicholas-smith - Hello Poetry

I know exactly when my love for you took flight The precise moment my heart skipped a beat before it fell. I know exactly when the green-eyed monster turned a 'harmless' crush into feelings I thought long buried. The precise moment I came face to face with the feelings that I'd been trying so hard to ignore.

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Nov 18, 2014

Nov 18, 2014 at 7:37 PM UTC

Jealous

I know exactly when my love for you took flight The precise moment my heart skipped a beat before it fell. I know exactly when the green-eyed monster turned a 'harmless' crush into feelings I thought long buried. The precise moment I came face to face with the feelings that I'd been trying so hard to ignore.

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I awoke this morning, wrapped up in the clean white linen of a hotel bedroom. Later, I ate breakfast alone at a table by the window, staring silently at the rolling waves. No need for a newspaper or small talk. Just me with my thoughts, looking at the sea. Lost in a private conversation.

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Nov 18, 2014

Nov 18, 2014 at 7:12 PM UTC

Hotel Linen

I awoke this morning, wrapped up in the clean white linen of a hotel bedroom. Later, I ate breakfast alone at a table by the window, staring silently at the rolling waves. No need for a newspaper or small talk. Just me with my thoughts, looking at the sea. Lost in a private conversation.

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I see other people's smiles, and they sometimes remind me of you Or black hair peppered with grey, and scarves in stripey patterns.

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Nov 18, 2014

Nov 18, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC

Stripey Scarves

I see other people's smiles, and they sometimes remind me of you Or black hair peppered with grey, and scarves in stripey patterns.

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I remember when you said that you loved my' love handles', which is why they now must go. Trying in vain to rid myself of every reminder of you, so I can start to forget and move on to my next mistake.

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Nov 18, 2014

Nov 18, 2014 at 7:03 PM UTC

Diet

I remember when you said that you loved my' love handles', which is why they now must go. Trying in vain to rid myself of every reminder of you, so I can start to forget and move on to my next mistake.

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Rain on the window and another prayer on the wind... please send me someone to love. Looking through the glass at a clear, starless sky thinking of all those I have loved... and the miles I've travelled longing for just one of them to love me back.

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Nov 18, 2014

Nov 18, 2014 at 7:00 PM UTC

Journey

Rain on the window and another prayer on the wind... please send me someone to love. Looking through the glass at a clear, starless sky thinking of all those I have loved... and the miles I've travelled longing for just one of them to love me back.

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I'm falling backwards again, with no arms to catch me. Another painful memory that I have to learn to live with. Why is it that we rarely remember the exact time when love starts, but recall every detail of the moment it ended? Another bruise, another stain on my heart. In exile and not to be trusted with it's own feelings.

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Nov 18, 2014

Nov 18, 2014 at 6:55 PM UTC

Exile

I'm falling backwards again, with no arms to catch me. Another painful memory that I have to learn to live with. Why is it that we rarely remember the exact time when love starts, but recall every detail of the moment it ended? Another bruise, another stain on my heart. In exile and not to be trusted with it's own feelings.

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I've burned too many bridges trying to find myself, and I'm still no closer to an answer. It's a question of trust. I don't know if I can rely on my judgement anymore. I naively thought that escape would be so simple but lying here, in the quiet of the morning, I'm still weighing up the possibilities of a life that seems to stand still.

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Nov 18, 2014

Nov 18, 2014 at 6:29 PM UTC

Escape

I've burned too many bridges trying to find myself, and I'm still no closer to an answer. It's a question of trust. I don't know if I can rely on my judgement anymore. I naively thought that escape would be so simple but lying here, in the quiet of the morning, I'm still weighing up the possibilities of a life that seems to stand still.

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I packed up my life in boxes, bags and suitcases and moved down to the sea. The part of me that knew I was running away also knew, deep down, that I couldn't hide. And so, two years on, having said goodbye to the grey stone city and the smoke, my demons have tracked me down.

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Nov 18, 2014

Nov 18, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC

Demons In Boxes

I packed up my life in boxes, bags and suitcases and moved down to the sea. The part of me that knew I was running away also knew, deep down, that I couldn't hide. And so, two years on, having said goodbye to the grey stone city and the smoke, my demons have tracked me down.

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I've always been a bit of a miserable *** prone to black moods and apathy. There is so much life in anger. So much passion in bitterness. Hate is so clean, so simple. Clear as glass, and twice as sharp.

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Nov 18, 2014

Nov 18, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC

Black Moods

I've always been a bit of a miserable *** prone to black moods and apathy. There is so much life in anger. So much passion in bitterness. Hate is so clean, so simple. Clear as glass, and twice as sharp.

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Although fading, the memories of those late February kisses have followed me into summer. Pale and distant but still shimmering on the horizon.

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Nov 18, 2014

Nov 18, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC

Mirage

Although fading, the memories of those late February kisses have followed me into summer. Pale and distant but still shimmering on the horizon.

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