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Ian Jun 2018
i'm not going to be happy and fulfilled,
to make you feel better about what you did,
your twisted and malicious abuse of my feelings.

no i don't want to be your friend,
i don't want to pretend that it doesn't hurt,
that you looked me in the eyes,
and lied, over and over again.

it's absolutely ridiculous,
that you claim i'm the one that's ridiculous,
because i won't give you what you want,
i won't comfort your guilt,
for the abuse you put me through.
Ian Jun 2018
Haiku's are simple,
Succinct language and meaning,
With powerful truths.
Ian Jun 2018
smoke dances before my eyes,
it's freedom, it's chaos taunting,
a reminder that i am far more constrained,
i take it into my lungs, with a succinct inhale,
desperate to be as smoke, chaotic and free.

it fills me, and i cough,
i cough, and i cough
and i retch.

it tears free from me, along with all it can bring along with it,
a punishment for imprisonment,
a revenge sweet, and a reminder,
that we will never be so chaotic and free
Ian Jun 2018
She smiles at me,
She speaks of the love we share,
And all it can be.

It's ridiculous ,
I'm in love and it's unfair,
Naive blissfulness.

For as we embrace,
It disappears and I stare
Lying here, my place.
Ian Jun 2018
Is it truly hard?
Telling all, laying it bare,
Lowering your guard?

After all this time,
Are feelings still hard to share,
A mountain to climb?

You have been it all,
Friend and love, the whole affair,
And now you won't call.
                                      
This effect you hold
At this point I shouldn't care,
Feelings getting old.

Maybe it's on me,
Head in the clouds, unaware
That it would not

It dwells, haunting
Phantom feelings of you there
Always so daunting.

The silence is strong
Will you break it, would you dare?
Show me, prove me wrong.

Perhaps I'm a clod,
For trying to mend the tear,
I don't mean to ****.          

I thought we had won,      
Rekindled a perfect pair.
At least we had fun.

Given its last rites,
This feeling will go I swear,
End of sleepless nights.

This here marks the end,
In this dream that went nowhere,
No time left to spend.

— The End —