lou-mcnamara - Hello Poetry

I'm lying here, yet again Wide awake, at 6am. This is our little ritual, Our native dance - Oh, the change that has come to our ritual - While you fumbled for missing words from forgotten conversations I listen to the light snores of our husband to be - And as I smile with my 6am waking, I know that you are somewhere in the past aching -

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Jan 13, 2018

Jan 13, 2018 at 4:06 AM UTC

Dear 16 year old me

I'm lying here, yet again Wide awake, at 6am. This is our little ritual, Our native dance - Oh, the change that has come to our ritual - While you fumbled for missing words from forgotten conversations I listen to the light snores of our husband to be - And as I smile with my 6am waking, I know that you are somewhere in the past aching -

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Last night it was him that I was kissing, It was his tongue pressed to the back of my teeth, And his hands on the small of back, Pulling me closer - As the wind wept around us, And as his hand slipped into mine - I realised, that it was him, that I was kissing in the shadows. And as I pulled away, slipping back into the light - You stood there watching, waiting, with a sullen sadness on your face. And after all this time, that is when you chose to tell me, That you loved me -

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Dec 3, 2017

Dec 3, 2017 at 6:00 PM UTC

Accidental happiness

Last night it was him that I was kissing, It was his tongue pressed to the back of my teeth, And his hands on the small of back, Pulling me closer - As the wind wept around us, And as his hand slipped into mine - I realised, that it was him, that I was kissing in the shadows. And as I pulled away, slipping back into the light - You stood there watching, waiting, with a sullen sadness on your face. And after all this time, that is when you chose to tell me, That you loved me -

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All it took was, double messages And idle blue ticks - To know our love was over.

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Dec 3, 2017

Dec 3, 2017 at 5:50 PM UTC

Untitled love

All it took was, double messages And idle blue ticks - To know our love was over.

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your words your thoughts even your lies -

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Feb 8, 2017

Feb 8, 2017 at 11:51 AM UTC

Plagiarised

your words your thoughts even your lies -

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Never have I seen your face - when I look at you I only catch glimpses of your soul and when my fingers brush off your skin It's your soul, that I feel.

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Feb 8, 2017

Feb 8, 2017 at 11:49 AM UTC

Untitled lover no 2

Never have I seen your face - when I look at you I only catch glimpses of your soul and when my fingers brush off your skin It's your soul, that I feel.

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Swipe left, swipe right Swipe left again. The familiar heart shape of a match pings a new life into the shimmering screen. As I press letters into my keypad, Forming words that my friends and I have constructed As if the words on the buzzing screen Were a fine art only we had mastered. And that was how our story began Swipes, typing, buzz. Laughter and scrutiny from my friends and I to your reply. Adds, follows, likes... Then the little read icon Had been left idle and blue for days, No double text, or vaguely targeted picture could tempt him. Then back again, Swipe left, swipe right... Followed by more typing and blue ticks.

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Feb 6, 2017

Feb 6, 2017 at 6:25 PM UTC

Untitled lover

Swipe left, swipe right Swipe left again. The familiar heart shape of a match pings a new life into the shimmering screen. As I press letters into my keypad, Forming words that my friends and I have constructed As if the words on the buzzing screen Were a fine art only we had mastered. And that was how our story began Swipes, typing, buzz. Laughter and scrutiny from my friends and I to your reply. Adds, follows, likes... Then the little read icon Had been left idle and blue for days, No double text, or vaguely targeted picture could tempt him. Then back again, Swipe left, swipe right... Followed by more typing and blue ticks.

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today is your fifth birthday - only nobody in the world knows this but me. the 20th of November - the death of all your unlived dreams. happy birthday my little one, may you rest in peace.

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Nov 20, 2016

Nov 20, 2016 at 5:47 AM UTC

A lullaby I could not write

today is your fifth birthday - only nobody in the world knows this but me. the 20th of November - the death of all your unlived dreams. happy birthday my little one, may you rest in peace.

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If it doesn't set your soul on fire - Don't do it.

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Jul 22, 2016

Jul 22, 2016 at 4:10 AM UTC

Fuel