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"i love you",
"you're my forever", "i love you more",
"im never going to leave you",
"i'll always be there for you",
"i love talking to you",
"i can do anything for you",
"you're my world", "I’d die without you"
"i'll love you till my last breath"..

Things people do to pass time when they are bored and lonely.
You smile, i smile
You cry, i cry
You get upset, i get upset
You get happy, i get happy
You loved me, i loved you

Then why is this
You left me, i can't let you go
She nicknamed me "Home"
I asked her why she chose it for me
but she never answered;
nor did I push.

Years passed and things worsened
She left me alone to feel all pain.
I thought she would return to her home;
but may be, she was in search of a new home.

The name troubled me again.
The voice inside me questioned
"Why is she not coming back
when she called you her home?"

My mind hated her for getting away,
And tried hard to forget her in every way.
While my heart had the mind of its own;
It knew she would come to me very soon.

And then, my eyes found her
Her old laughter rang in my ear,
the same old smile made my heart flutter
But this time, she smiled for a stranger.
I realized that I was the home
which she lounged around in, when she felt low.
A shoulder to cry on, that's all I was.

I was her old home,
But it still gave me hope.
One day, may be, she will be back
Wanting again to be in that old home
And sometimes I think I'm cursed;
for whenever someone tries to come close to me, they leave me broken.
And after that night i started believing in love
when she kissed my lips after kissing my flaws.
I met a woman
brutal in her mercy.

Her embrace was a clinch
to prevent hard blows.
She pulled me close to push me away.
Seeing my nakedness
she leant me a dream
of chainmail and shield.
Taking love from me she gave a reprieve
to a mind resigned to the slow death of feeling.

Ignoring my words she heard
my faint silent heartbeat and
understood that it was music
too quiet for the world to hear
and turned it up louder
than I could stand.
I wept in my deafness
as she danced.
If I gave you my soul,
would you read each page?
Scribble notes of interest
and know me.
Would you take the time,
to help tape the seams?
Would you mend,
the fragility of my soul?
It tears and rips,
easily, emotionally.
 Jan 2019 Ariana Robinson
Isn’t it funny,
The happiness we pretend to have
Is the very thing
Holding us back from living.
 Nov 2018 Ariana Robinson
Life is not fair,
Life is good to the worst of people.
Life is the worst to the best of people.
This is just part of a series I am starting, lately I have learned a lot about life, myself, and people so I just wanted to share each of those things with you and poetry is the only way I know how.
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