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The stars stopped shining
I don't hear the birds anymore
The wolves no longer howl
I'm cold sitting here
your warmth has left me
my tears froze in time
my heart rots now
you left
not even
a goodbye
I kinda hate you now
but why do I miss you
After all this
I want to be done
done with these feelings
I want to hate you
but maybe I don't
at all
A soulmate may not have your heart
May not of been in your life long

But their connection burns in your soul
For the rest of your life
I feel the weight lifting off of my shoulders
and your face fading ever so slightly out of my mind
It's been two weeks now since we were over
and a week since our last texts

"hey hru"
"I'm good now :) u?"

My friends made a 'get over him cake'
It had raspberry frosting
Your favorite berry

I'm not over you, ofc
but I'm almost there
love yourself before you love anybody else

I feel like the ending of this poem is so lame lol, but whatever
I am a stone, I will make my own ripples.
Alone, on the run;
If only it weren't so cold.
If only it weren't so dark.
You're frightened, in need of kind words -  
A tender touch.
These things were yours once, but no more.
Gone, like the wind.
Now there's only you.
One against the world.
Alone.
The Dating Life of the Insane

If I like her,
I will ask her,
and she, will tell me no.
Rinse
Dry
Repeat.

James E. Roethlein copyright 2020
Jim is the author of two books of poetry β€œMusing On The Cricket Game of Life Part 1 1/2” and β€œAn Extravagant Way of Saying Nothing β€œ both available on Amazon
I will spread dirt into every crevice of my broken heart and plant flowers so big and beautiful, that their roots will mend all the shattered pieces back together, and you’ll never be able to see the mess I used to be.
You are Shakespeare in a world of fools,
poetry in a world of broken words and
broken feelings.

in a world full of desperate cryings
and spiteful noises,
You are the jazz instrument that
makes it quiet in my mind.

You are love in the middle of
this war i am fighting with myself.

Your lips, pure art,
You are the smile
that brings colour
in this black-and-white world.

You
a dance in a summer rain,
You
a rebel lost in a world of rules,
a free bird,
a mystery,
You
the richest wine,
that makes my dark feelings
numb.

You,
beautiful as Vincent's Starry Night,
Your eyes are two blue moons
i get lost in
You,
the one who has a shelter in my mind,
You,
the purest feet that have ever stepped on my heart.

You,
the voice that lifts me from the abyss
whenever i fall.


To be or not to be is no longer a question,
to be with You
is the only answer.
 Mar 2021 Someone's Sunlight
Trin
Isn’t it funny,
The happiness we pretend to have
Is the very thing
Holding us back from living.
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