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Today, is the day.
The day that I tell you
How I really feel.
Used to love you so,
But it might be time
To let you go
For you see,
We have different ambitions
And we may be soul mates,
But alas, we have come together
At the wrong time.
the sun is shining
the air is finally warm
no more depression
  Apr 2015 Allura Dannon Smith
NV
i'm telling you.
the clouds were meant for the ground.
but they hung themselves.
Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell;
They had gone unto the wars,
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly, from their azure towers,
To keep watch above the flowers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sun-light lazily lay,
Now each visitor shall confess
The sad valley’s restlessness.
Nothing there is motionless—
Nothing save the airs that brood
Over the magic solitude.
Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
That palpitate like the chill seas
Around the misty Hebrides!
Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
That rustle through the unquiet Heaven
Unceasingly, from morn till even,
Over the violets there that lie
In myriad types of the human eye—
Over the lilies that wave
And weep above a nameless grave!
They wave:—from out their fragrant tops
Eternal dews come down in drops.
They weep:—from off their delicate stems
Perennial tears descend in gems.
Why the hell can't you show me,
That I mean something to you?
The only time you tell me you love me,
Is when we're *******.
You only want to come get me late at night,
As if you're ashamed of being seen with me.
I just don't understand.
You're supposed to be a man,
Yet you do such childish things.
Why can't you just break my heart and get it over with?
Instead, you sit and torture me.
Calling me and talking to me one moment,
Ignoring me the next.
Why the hell can't you tell me anything?
You tell me you care about me,
But actions speak louder than words.
Often, I sit alone and wonder why I can't bring myself,
To end such a toxic thing.
But when you come to mind,
I can see only the good.
When we cuddle, when you grab my hand,
Those summer days, and summer nights
We spent doing whatever we wanted to do.
Now it's just bitterness and silence.
My mother always told me,
"Baby you're far too nice to this boy, why do you let him treat you this awful? You deserve better."
It took me this long,
But she was right.
You aren't ****,
And no longer will you control me.
a good ole' vent. why are most boys so dumb?
The mind commits suicide long before the body does
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