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Yeah so I don't really post anymore, I might pop in once in a while but for anyone that recently followed me sorry for the disappointment that I'm not providing.
The attraction between us
was so great,
That it scared us.
Yet there were times we felt so
comfortable together,
That we pulled away.
We never made the time to fit together,
Perfectly as a puzzle.
She never slowed down long enough,
For us to truly fall in love.
The deeper and deeper I got into
each and every piece of you,
I've never understood
why you cut every corner around me.
Why you never filled in the empty spaces between us.
And why we never took the time to fit together,
Perfectly as a puzzle.
This can't work
if you don't treat me
as good as you treat her.
We can't be together
if you don't talk to me
when you're with her
even though your phone never leaves your hand
when you're with me.
You can't expect me to be okay
with you spending all that time with her
and not telling me where you are.
This can't work
if you're not completely for it.
We can't be together
if you're not over her.
You can't expect me to be okay
or just tell me that's not how it's gonna be,
when you love her
and you love me.
I understand you are trying, really I do
it's not your fault though, it's mine right?

I mean that's what I learned,
you taught it to me remember?
and now I am synonymous with ungratefulness, manipulation, betrayal

I remember nights I was up well past my 8:00 bedtime
too excited to eat
too anxious to sleep
I was happy
because you were almost here

my      
Defender      
Advocate      
Dependable
Devoted      
Yes-man      
finally come home... but you didn't

you were here until you weren't
you were on your way until you changed your course
you wanted us until you didn't,
but you were always right, always perfect
and we were a game you liked to play until our batteries ran out

now we are Disgusting,
ripped Apart at our seams
yearning to be Desired again in
the midst of Divorce
and You don't even notice us

broken

I am looking at you across the table
both of us too busy assembling our internal defenses with
what we stole from each other to
reconcile


And I, your suffering, shameful son, am tired.
 Dec 2015 Dead lover
Gabrielle
Your lips give me breath
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me
But my prayers have become monotonous
And everything I write has been said before
Am I your ****?
Am I your little *****?
Too foolish to know what's good,
A glutton begging for more
Breaking bread in the bathtub
You lick the communion wine from my thighs
The morning light peeking in, a raging sadness within
I wipe the night from my eyes
Maybe you only call me baby in a bathrobe
And maybe I'm better off alone
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