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377 · Mar 2016
I Never Meant It
360 · Mar 2016
Home?
I'm searching for home.
Dartmouth where have you gone?
I no longer can feel the subtle touch of her fingertips gliding up and down my arms.
Never again will I feel her warmth down my neck as she slowly breathes in a deep sleep.
I envy him who took her away.
Who didn't keep her.
348 · Mar 2016
Boo
Boo
There's nowhere for me to hide
340 · Mar 2016
I Killed Her
One pill wasn't enough.
You took 60.

One slice didn't do the trick.
You did 2.

One bottle didn't satisfy your thirst.
You drank 4.
311 · Sep 2016
Listen To The Girl I Love
https://dyingbelowzero.bandcamp.com
304 · Mar 2016
Stranger Danger
I don't suppose you could lend me a hand?
My pen and my paper seem pretty bland.
299 · Mar 2016
L.O.V.E
L is for the way she Lied to me
O is for the One scar I bleed
V is Very Very exceptionally wrong for me
E is Even more pain than anyone can endure
A little twist on LOVE by Nat King Cole
299 · Mar 2016
Friday
What's so "good" about this Friday?
I woke up on the wrong side of my bed.
My hair curled up and draped over my shoulders.
The sun failed to do it's daily routine and say hello.
The rain under my feet.
Yeah, "good" Friday.
291 · Mar 2016
Untitled
She warned me about you and I should have stayed away.
I never should have opened my big fat mouth.
Ugh now I can't keep away
287 · Mar 2016
My Only Love
We one day strive to be together.
We type and we Skype with promises of Forever.
I sang you a song and you laughed in my face.
Said you lied when you promised me Always...
278 · Mar 2016
What Have We Done
He did what they all do and he finished my sentences.
He left me speechless once more.
Should I try to escape or do I stay?
276 · Aug 2016
She is the Elements
She breathes into me like fire.
She is the purest air.
Her lyrics flow like water.
She can move the earth
Who's to say what's a trending poem?
No critic.
No person.
If it fits you then wear it.
Type it.
Become it.
This pen that bleeds.
Let that be what courses through your veins.
This paper which you can read.
Let that be your story.

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