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 Apr 2014 Curtis
Kurt Kanawa
in the dead of night
i come alive.
the sun is my lover but the moon is my mistress.
 Apr 2014 Curtis
Blair
Tired
 Apr 2014 Curtis
Blair
It’s just. I got tired.  

Usually I would shrug it off;

but the feeling that I was getting played wouldn’t shake off.

Suddenly I couldn’t say ”it’s okay” after each let down.

I somehow, could no longer pardon the mistakes that were evidently becoming habits.

You know how it goes…

You leave, I stay. I hope. And wait

You come back; eventually…

Only to do it all over again; and of course I’m the loser in all of this.

It just made no sense to me anymore;

To be holding on when it seemed so easy for you to go.

Made no sense for me to fight for a love you give up on very readily at the face of every stormy argument.

And I know you’re thinking we can make it alright again but truth is-  it never was.

Nothing charming about broken promises.

Nothing romantic about the break up, make up dance.

It’s all just; so disappointing.

I know you’re sorry my love.

Oooh I can tell you’re very sorry; I just can’t seem to care.

I don’t see why I should.

You didn’t care that with each hurt the light in my eyes grew dimmer.

You didn’t notice that each time, the faith I had in you grew fainter.

Please forgive me for coming across so harsh.

It’s just I don’t need another “I really don’t know what I was thinking’’.

No. What I need; is change.

‘Cause the jokes you’d to crack to get me laughing after you’d just made me cry; stopped being funny.

The ‘’take me back’’ pancakes stopped being sweet and cute.

So do allow me to be the one who says sorry this time.

Sorry for letting you down on this round.

But somehow for the life of me, I can’t seem to find it in my heart to do the dance again!

I guess I really am, just tired
 Apr 2014 Curtis
Taylor
8:08 am
 Apr 2014 Curtis
Taylor
i am giving up on you.
 Apr 2014 Curtis
Ahmed Usman
An artist paints himself in memories
and long lost dreams of yesteryears
lying in a field of laughing daffodils
he waters each with endless tears

Placing a box of love that never was
with shaking hands upon the shelf
wondering why it’s so hard to find
while he cannot love or find himself

Recklessly navigating a sea of sorrow
wishing to dive into its deadly deep
but lacking the courage for even that
a child slowly cries himself to sleep
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