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Kevin Seiler Apr 2016
Her
With tears in your eyes, you begged me to stay.
I said "I love you girl, but no ******* way."
For months and months, I've been hoping you'd see.
That the way that you are is just killing me.
It might **** me to leave you, I might **** myself.
But even taking my life is better than being left on  your shelf.
I don't know who I am without you. What is home without you
I wonder what it would be like,
were everything a shade of plaid.
Maybe I'll think about that for hours.
Maybe I've just finally gone mad.
*******,
you, the person reading this on the other end of the internet,
and **** your poetry too.
I wonder, the last time I saw you,
did I tell you I loved you then?
Because I don't think I ever realized
that I'd never see you again.
Kevin Seiler Mar 2016
That old warm Sunday Sun
Peers through the window
Soft light casts a shadow across the room
Time feels slow
Lost
Memories dance across the mind
Time moves inevitably onward
Sunrise, sunset
Year by year
We are helpless in its quest
To continue slipping out of our hands
The only thing we hold onto
Are moments
Such as watching the light
Peer through the window
From a warm Sunday Sun
Kevin Seiler Dec 2015
Expensive scotch and cheap beer.
My two best friends are here.
"It's a hobby", I tell people, pouring another drink.
A connoisseur of alcoholism,
I don't give a **** what they think.
She whispered that she liked the feel
of rough hands in bed,
so I gave up going to college
and became a stone mason instead.

I know I didn't expect much,
except I didn't know much
about who or how.

But with callused skin
and a bed full of sin,
boy do I miss it now.
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