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 Jun 2014 Will Rogers III
bee
i really thought that maybe this time
things would be different
but they weren't
and it hurts so badly
that i cant just have you
and you cant just be happy with me
and not want me to change
but i guess that isn't fair
because maybe
that's what i'm wanting from you
and all that has mattered to me
for the longest time
is holding you
but you're sick and dying
and you don’t love me
(at least not like you did)
so i'll never be able to do that
since you love someone else
but it's okay
i guess
because someone else loves me
even if she hasn't loved me
for as long as you did
and she's messed up before
but so have i
and so have you
even though you don't think you have

you told me you didn't want things to mess up this time
but when i'm broke
and can't pay my phone bill
for two weeks
you leave me for someone else
and that is just the ******* thing
you could do
not to mention that you tell me
i get off topic too much
and you know that my mind
has always
been a jumbled
clusterfuck of nothingness
and that it will never change
and maybe i don't ******* want it to
so that's that
you won't change and neither will i and if you wanted to come back
you would just leave again
and i cannot take these ocean currents anymore
i get seasick too easily
so i'll try to just be your friend
even though it will hurt
because i do love the girl who loves me and i know that she wont leave

you and i have always been destined to end somehow
and not all stories have the ending you wanted

besides
you don't like small animals
so maybe that's the root of our problems
this is so messy because I wrote it at like. four in the morning. while crying. and I wanted to fix it up a bit because I've been thinking. but this is what my thought were when I wrote it. so I'm leaving it this way.
 Jun 2014 Will Rogers III
Melaina
I
 Jun 2014 Will Rogers III
Melaina
I
I wonder how you'll feel when you notice my accentuated curves,
How hard I'm working to atone for the distaste I had for my body.
How hard you'll sweat when you realize that the lust you thought I had was love.
Or the Downright rejection I had to endure to realize the problem isn't me.
I don't mind waiting on the bench for my spot on the playing field with you to be free.
My metaphor,  my reason for poetic justice.   I wonder if you'll read
We joke sometimes
about falling in love,
we talk in deep detail
about our romance;
the kind of house we want,
the name of the family dog,
would we rather have boys or girls,
and we argue over who will stay home
to raise the kids, I always let you win.

We joke sometimes
about growing old together;
we talk about thinning hair,
wrinkling skin, tired eyes
and energized grand kids.
We promise to one another
that we will stay in love,
still hold hands, hug each other tightly
and kiss both daily and nightly

We joke sometimes
about a life we could be living
and I just want you to know
that I am not always kidding.
 Jun 2014 Will Rogers III
Mikaila
There was a moment, on that last day, when we were playing with the dogs in my living room,
When everything just froze for a moment,
Me on one side and you on the other,
And I saw your eyes,
And just for that second we both knew
That everything was about to be over.
And after it passed we denied it-
Went on with our goodbyes and our see-you-later's,
But neither of us felt really right about it.
Something had happened.
I saw you decide.
I saw you decide to leave me.
And you didn't even know you'd decided yet.
But part of me knew.
In that one moment, we
Both of us
Honestly knew that you were going to run away.
But still, somehow, we were both so devastated
When you did.
Because
I have known despair
I value hope

Because
I have tasted frustration
I value fulfillment

Because
I have been lonely
I value love
So silent I when Love was by
He yawned, and turned away;
But Sorrow clings to my apron-strings,
I have so much to say.
 Jun 2014 Will Rogers III
Nickols
I am not a pleasant person, or even really all that nice.
Instead imagine me as the broken glass you backed over and now are left with a flat tire.
The one black sock in your load of whites, staining the fabric in shame.
That annoying buzzing in your ear that never goes away.
The wall you stubbed your toe on in the middle of the night and screamed, "*******!"

I am not a Sunday morning
or even
a Friday night's lay.
I'm a Monday, 5PM traffic hour just waiting to flip you the bird.
I am the gum on the sidewalk which you happened to step in.
I'm a disaster.
A train wreck.
The red stain on existence, that won't ever come out.

I'll never will be any thing like, a simple smile. Or even a timeless wonder.

I am the darkness that dances in the light.

I am me.
Unpleasant and really not that nice.
This is a poke at myself. Sometimes when you're down, all you can do is make fun of yourself.
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