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I cannot help but feel that every sentence that comes out of my mouth is followed by an apology
I should not have to apologize for having feelings but I always do.
Today the number is 59
I can talk about the chills he gives me
down my spine
or how the beauty of his eyes
should be a crime
I can talk about how he makes all the stars
in the night sky shine
or about how he takes my breath away
Every **** Time
But tonight let's talk about
why I chose this rhyme
I am moving in with this boy in days
counting down from 59
I am aware this poem is simple but can we talk about how happy I am?
I want to get drunk one last time
Just to know what I would say
Intoxicated words come out so much easier
Than trying it the sober way
I want to tell him I love him
I want to tell the truth
I want to feel like everything is acceptable
I want to talk to you
I want an excuse to come clean
About everything I have felt
From love to hate
to anger to lust
to that time I wanted to **** myself
I want to share things I am too scared to share
I want to hold him tight
I want to thank you for breaking my heart
I want to share incredibly sad things in the dead of the night
I want to be brave
I want to talk a lot
I want someone to listen
And not just laugh it off
I want to get drunk
So I can be who I truly am
But alcohol is bad
And I am clean
So I will filter these thoughts for now
Cigarette after cigarette
You smoke until you choke
Grinding **** and sparking bowls
Does it not get old?
I fell in love with a chimney
As wonderful as he may be
But I question how much more
I can take of this
Before brushing off the smoke
To leave
For Garrett Hedley
I lay here awake at 3 AM
Questioning
What it is my life has to offer
In a world of such beauty

I am a hurricane
About to destruct
Everything
And everyone I come across
I don't want to imagine you and her
hands intertwined
walking together in the dark concrete jungle
while I'm left alone on these cold dirt roads.

I can't imagine how you could ever
love a girl like me
that looks upon your past
with such jealousy.

And you wouldn't imagine
how one look in those eyes
makes me gravitate towards you
and forget those times
when you were
with her.
Just the thought of her
In your bed
Drives me crazy
Tell me
Have you changed
the sheets lately?
I cannot sleep in it
Knowing she has left her mark
You lost it to her
I lost it to you
In the same bed
Same sheets
Why does this stupid fact
tear me
A P A R T?
God I ******* hate being an insecure damaged person. If he loves me. Why should someone from his past matter? Oh wait. Because she is still in his present.
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