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Things are different - like I wanted,
But not how I wanted.
I thought if I got away I would be happier,
But by separation I am daunted.

I waited and waited as my anger brewed
Making me into a really mean dude.
Part of me wanted to be angry - and sad
And I regret all of those things I said

Our relationship, what we forged it into, always felt like a roller coaster. Up and down and up and down and up and down. I could only ride so long before I got sick... And not sick of you, but of me. I was so angry, which I know you knew - I was so angry and sad, but I don't exactly know why. I should not have taken it out on you. As the only person that really understood me, you were the last person that I should have taken it out on. That does not mean that at some points I wasn't genuinely mad and upset with you; But there at the end I didn't really know who I was or who I was aspiring to be. I wasn't feeling anything emotionally except for anger and sadness, and that was my problem not yours.

I am sorry again
For the many things I made you go through
My nine lives are running out
And I'm down to my last few.
A single piece of paper,
    Is not a suitable canvas
    For me to write your design.
Do you have a Post-It?
There are just some  people out there like this.
My eyes,
Tired

No tears to fall
No tears to bawl  

My eyes,
drooping

I don't need rest...
And my sight is clear...

My eyes are open,
But there is nothing to see.
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My eyes,
Dead.

Nothing to see
Nothing to relish

My eyes are cast on the ground
Searching for what might bring me - anything

looking and looking
Just to look

My eyes are open,
But I don't see anything.
(o)
Friend
She hears the quiet whisper of the man paying his respect to lost love
Wiping his eyes
And offering her heart to lend

Caring
Taking him in
Showing love not deserved
But love she was sharing

Weight
was lifted
Singing and dancing!
Sorrow was not his fate

Free
His spirit lifted
And all he can think is...
Thankful enough he can never be
             ...
Thank you
Louise, happy birthday! I am so glad you are in my life! If I am being honest... You are one of the most fantastic people I know, and I am so happy that you are someone I talk to. Originally, I had planned to come see you this weekend and surprise you! Things didn't work out so this is what I am resorting to. I wanted to read you this poem in person, but since I can't I'll settle for this little birthday note. I wrote this a week ago, I hope you like it, and i hope it helps you understand what you mean to me. Without being all weird, I just want to say that i love you. You are one of my best friends and I hope you have a wonderful bday.

-Love Sam
How did I forget?
How love was before...
It's not about we, or how things ended
But the way it was in the heat of the moment
Back in the country, where love was innocent
And it was a privilege instead of a war
Enjoying it all, instead of fighting to stay together

Despite being a mess, I'm going back
  I might be an old man now
  But I'm still coming home
I still have energy worth spending
And I am excited for the return
                                                          ­                     soon
                                                            ­                    just wait
                    
I cannot be stopped
Because I'm doing it right this time
                                                            ­                     with passion
                                                         ­                          and guidance
These are the words I will stand by
Fix your time, because when I get back everything will be new
And I will smile without questioning my happiness
I refuse to stay held back
Expect me my loved ones
I am coming home!
Expect me
Been holding myself back, but not anymore
First me now her
A friendship spent, in a blur
Upset by false deceit
And feeding from petty's ****

Our friendship dead, cold and blue
Enjoy your sweet nothings, only a few
I'm out now, not in this race
I'd like to put you in your place

You cause me grief, heavy like a bolder
To carry on my back and shoulder
I'm done now, I don't want war
When it comes to you, I want no more
You know

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