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It’s clear you don’t want to talk to me
So I guess that I’ll just have to be
The fool that you played
That keeps on giving you grace
The first verse from my poem about fake romances and getting played
i never did apologise for not having the chance the chance to saying goodbye to grandma.
sorry.
i never did apologise for never returning that pencil that i 'borrowed' from the teacher.
sorry.
i never did apologise for being a terrible friend.
sorry.
i never did apologise for being the reason you're trapped in a failing marriage.
sorry.
i never did apologise for being born and ruining your plans.
sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm so, so sorry.
i am more sorry each day.
sorry for wasting your time.

sorry.
We shine bright,
Like the morning star,
Because of sunlight.
If there comes a time
that you might lose me
Find me in my poetry
I just don’t want to be hit in the head
with a baseball bat
when I’m not looking
so if you’re going to hit me in the head
with a baseball bat
make sure I’m looking
Pets are different as are people
Which is in control, do you know?
They are side by side and may think as equals
The feelings they share are beyond compare
They look into each others eyes
With feelings that can't be disquised
Companionship, love and, trust for these are a must
Some may think it is silly, but really
Pets are friends till the end.
                                        By Connie Hopkins
where does it end
the end of this path
don't ask anyone

numbered steps
do not stop  through
I have been here before
I once felt the pain of a broken heart
I came to understand that the feeling doesn't just go away
Everything at that point stops moving,
You get to see nothing, you only feel the suffocation like the ground beneath your feet burns, fingers numb because your heart clearly remembers it all.
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