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Sometimes I wish memories were water soluble
That these tears might wash them away
But try as I might
This clouded mind
Is where these memories choose to stay
When I ate with you
in Merrion Square,

flicking rain
from my eyes

as it wandered down
from the jailing trees,

had you already decided
to leave me?

There I sat, thinking
I was Orpheus,

come to Dublin
to return my lover

to my world,
not looking back

at what she did,
not ever looking back.

There you sat, knowing
I was Eurydice -

to be given one last longing look
before I was pulled

from Merrion Square,
from Dublin, raked over

the sea changes,
until all I had was the dark,

the jilted dark
of the bedroom

that doubled
as a hell.
People said we are not supposed to fall in love cause everything that falls gets broken,
Love is fragile,
Just like mirror or glass,
It gets broken easily if we are not careful.

Giving away our heart to someone is dangerous,
We may end up losing half of our soul,
And end up like a rock with no purpose in life.
We are the one whose in charge of our own happiness,dont give that job to other people.stay love, stay positive.
If only I knew you then,
Maybe I wouldn't have made so many mistakes,
Maybe I'd make even more,
Maybe I'd never have left,
If only it was you, at my door

Maybe I would have been much greater,
Maybe I'd have been worse off,
Maybe I'd have known true love,
Or maybe I'd have grown too soft

Maybe life would be so different,
Maybe it would just be the same,
Maybe I'd have never lost myself,
If only I'd known your name

Maybe this exercise is failing,
Maybe I should accept what's here,
'Maybe' doesn't change a thing,
And I'm happy, now that you're near
I just wanted to share this Valentine's poem I wrote for my girlfriend, Amy.  It truly is nice to be with someone stable, that balances my sad moments with nights of wonderful snuggling, and appreciates how hard I try to make her smile.  Happy late Valentine's Day, Hello Poetry!!
what's the proper etiquette for falling in love?
is it hushing lips and tripping over lungs?
is it squinting eyes and falling falling falling in mud?
because here we go down and down again,
but everyone's doing it, My Lovely Flowery Friend.
if i dive in between your legs,
and find other bodies there,
does that mean i should run in toxic fear?
are we supposed to dry out from licking up all these tears?
if i fall into your arms,
while they were open for someone else,
does that mean we're in love?
are we supposed to spit on the floor and call it ***?
you said you've done this before,
you said it would be fun,
but when you've got me trying to wring my head dry,
of all my pretty girl lies,
i become less and less sure if this is love.
tell me, please tell me,
is this proper etiquette?
should i be building mountains out of my bones so you can touch the moon?
should i constantly carry around these pillows in case someone else makes you swoon?
i don't know what i'm doing,
but you say you do,
so i guess i'll bury my heart so it doesn't get broken by you you you.
there's this tune i found that makes me think of you somehow
 Feb 2021 Claire Billings
penn
Daffodils  are  yellow,
Daisies  are  white,
Your  soul  may  be  dark,
But  your  smile  is  bright* .

Your  hands  may   be  gentle,
Your  eyes  may  be  kind,
But  lurking  beneath,
Is  a  sick  twisted  mind.

What  made  you  this  way ?
What  shattered  your  soul ?
What  chipped  you  away,
Made  you  part  of  no  whole ?

You're  missing  some  pieces,
They're  scattered  about,
You'll  never  find  them  all,
Of  this  there's  no  doubt.

Forever  broken,
You'll  never  fit  in,
Because  hiding  beneath,
Is  your  soul  filled  with  sin...
"the title says it all,"
she says, breaking the fourth wall.
"i was with a guy,
i know i know, so cliche,
but he really took my breath away."
the audience laughs,
she continued on,
"he told me all these enhancing things,
and at first i didn't know what to think.
the first date was a disaster,
i spilt wine all over my dress,
and the second went a little better,
but the third one was the best."
the audience anticipated the rest,
"on the 29th of September,
he got sick,"
her breath hitched,
"he told me not to worry,
as he layed in that hospital bed,
hooked up to so many tubes,
he'd say anything to get these thoughts out of my head.
he told me he knew all along,
that he had one month left to live,
i broke to a million pieces,
'but it was so worth it,'
he said lovingly as he coughed his last cough.
i thought of nothing else but the way he looked
hooked up like some middle school kid's science project,
and now here i am,
at this amazing poetry slam,
telling you all my story,
because it could be days, weeks, or even years until you discover your forever,
but for me,
mine was simply a month to remember."
babe, stay
There was this young girl,
beautiful to the eye.
everyone loved her but they didnt know why.
Her eye were gray,
dull but bright,
sad but happy
she never knew why.
But then there came this evil conniving narcissistic monster
who stole her beautiful and kept it as his own.
He did not care nor did he love
but then broke and loved himself
because the soul he stole
from that beautiful girl loved him and no one eles
she said his eyes distracted her as they pull her in,
as if she was a magnet
she could no longer speak
an innocent body of a beautiful girl
layed on the cold wet floor
the rain it washed the blood away
now she is living within him going insane
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