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  Jan 2015 Big Man on campus
Aspen
you offered me food and
got angry at me for declining
and you thought you were
helping by forcing me to
eat in public places and
laughing when i couldn't
and you thought you were
a riot when you were
making hundreds of
weight jokes but truth
be told i was never worse
than when i endured the
months of torture i did
when i called myself
*yours
  Jan 2015 Big Man on campus
Graff1980
Doubt is the lonely father of fear
Not a clad caped hero
Waiting to swoop in
And save the day
But a two faced killer clown
Wearing ****** crocs
With electric joy buzzer shocks
Sending surges through your veins
Sending urges that drive you insane
It may be in reason
It may be in season
But the summer heat
Can burn your feet
Under the fire of fire
Place you in stasis
As you wait to find were your space is
Letting others tell you were your place is
While they race to chase
A better life
Doubt can be better than blind
Adherence
You just have to watch out
For the dangerous side of doubt
Turn detective to fix the defective
And Steer clear of the fear
That disparages hope and reason
The intentions are real
But the truth is untold
Patiently awaiting the lies to unfold
Her heart shatters with the thought of his touch
How could she let him control her this much
She holds on to a memory of how it used to be
Tempted by hatred, will she always grieve
For that man, just a child inside
He'll always have a pull on her soul
And a place to reside
She says that it is over
That is really it this time
Her life is torn apart and
Her heart is in a bind
Patiently waiting for those feelings to fade away
It makes it harder when he crosses her mind everyday
His sarcasm breaks the silence
Her heart follows it to the floor
Her body feels overwhelmed
When he walks through the door
She shouldn't still feel this way
She shouldn't still care
After all those times she needed him
Why wasn't he ever there
But she is the one who called it off,
The relationship made of glass
As fragile as a porcelain doll,
Was it really meant to last?!
I  will dream with my eyes open when
N* ight comes
S eeing things I don't see when I do sleep
O ver analyzing the littlest things and
M aking up poems after poems
N ot mattering how late
I t is,
A nd I can't help but  
*--write--
When I'm most active to write,
The girl that loved  so hard,
She ended up to be  broken
Yet so loving still
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