blake-rodgers - Hello Poetry

I hate you And I love you And I hate myself for loving you I ask about the best part of your day And you answer with goodnight We used to stay up for hours You'd tell me stories I'd laugh into the pillows I got so stupidly happy the other day Someone asked you About your favorite song Off of the Hozier CD And you turned Asked me what mine was So ******* stupidly happy For the moment You cared what I thought Because every time I ask you To tell me about your day Inbetween the words Always that I care Care for you in a maddening way That you stopped Must have stopped Every time I ask And your only answer is goodnight

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Apr 9, 2016

Apr 9, 2016 at 1:28 AM UTC

blake-rodgers

Goodnight

I hate you And I love you And I hate myself for loving you I ask about the best part of your day And you answer with goodnight We used to stay up for hours You'd tell me stories I'd laugh into the pillows I got so stupidly happy the other day Someone asked you About your favorite song Off of the Hozier CD And you turned Asked me what mine was So ******* stupidly happy For the moment You cared what I thought Because every time I ask you To tell me about your day Inbetween the words Always that I care Care for you in a maddening way That you stopped Must have stopped Every time I ask And your only answer is goodnight

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I want to go back to those nights when I would look up your face above mine and trace your freckles into constellations

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Feb 3, 2016

Feb 3, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC

blake-rodgers

Freckles

I want to go back to those nights when I would look up your face above mine and trace your freckles into constellations

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Mountain Road, Soft rain buzzed gently down, From the milky sky, With the smell of mint chocolate chip ice cream, Onto a pleasant little blue car, That crept down the sloping turns, While the two passengers chatted, About their lives. Their yipping little dog, The mother-in-law's fried chicken, At Sunday dinner, A trip to San Francisco. With the converstation drifting, Over their warm interlocked fingers, And the radio hummed a song, That they both liked, As the open mouth of a tunnel, Swallowed their little car, And the rain remained outside, While they kept talking, About their life together.

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Jan 25, 2016

Jan 25, 2016 at 1:04 AM UTC

blake-rodgers

Untitled

Mountain Road, Soft rain buzzed gently down, From the milky sky, With the smell of mint chocolate chip ice cream, Onto a pleasant little blue car, That crept down the sloping turns, While the two passengers chatted, About their lives. Their yipping little dog, The mother-in-law's fried chicken, At Sunday dinner, A trip to San Francisco. With the converstation drifting, Over their warm interlocked fingers, And the radio hummed a song, That they both liked, As the open mouth of a tunnel, Swallowed their little car, And the rain remained outside, While they kept talking, About their life together.

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All I ever wanted was for you to think my name when someone asked you why you were so happy lately I loved those nights 3 AM you'd call and we'd talk about every little thing that happened that day the reasons you were still awake The feeling of being pulled wherever you are like elastic the further apart the more it hurts the chaos of losing control of how I felt in a good way at first I was only ever afraid of the things I wanted Because sometimes the things we want they meet with reality collide with reality and break Like I collided with you was caught up in you was dizzy with you like being in the eye of a storm One that lifts you up lets you down and leaves you to pick up the pieces left in your wake.

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Jan 3, 2016

Jan 3, 2016 at 9:51 PM UTC

blake-rodgers

The Things I Wanted

All I ever wanted was for you to think my name when someone asked you why you were so happy lately I loved those nights 3 AM you'd call and we'd talk about every little thing that happened that day the reasons you were still awake The feeling of being pulled wherever you are like elastic the further apart the more it hurts the chaos of losing control of how I felt in a good way at first I was only ever afraid of the things I wanted Because sometimes the things we want they meet with reality collide with reality and break Like I collided with you was caught up in you was dizzy with you like being in the eye of a storm One that lifts you up lets you down and leaves you to pick up the pieces left in your wake.

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