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B Mar 2013
Don't ever talk to me again
I'm too busy working it out with the pen

I remember when you loved me
It was fun every day but now it's causin fury

I don't wanna do this **** again
Watching you with him turns me to a new man

I don't want to be filled with rage
You don't love me now let me be it's time to turn the page

You're just a non loyal maggot flea
That is something that I never wanted around me

To you I was just a nice piece
Something in the night that helped you get your sleep

But now that I'm finally gone
I hope you wake up in the night cold sweat no calm

The torment that I once felt
Is gonna come right back and it's really gonna smell

All that **** you stirred and the men that you hurt
Will come right back and bury you in the dirt

So good luck with that
You're just a ******* ***** that I never want back
B Feb 2013
diamonds they fade
flowers they grow

roses are red
and you're just a **
i thought i'd never know
but then i find out
you didn't sleep with anyone
when we were together

and now that i know
that i gave you the d oh so well
it gives me great hell
to know that you're still doin well

cuz diamonds they fade
and flowers they grow
roses are red
but you're still a **

just because you said no
B Feb 2013
It takes a while to bury it, might take a minute or a month, maybe a year or two, maybe a life time. It's up to you. It's something that was given to you, a gift, a treasure, so bury it. It's a lesson that was taught to you on how to treat people when you go through, life and it's ups and downs, twists and turns, skids on the rug, knees marked with burns. As the clock keeps turned, and the memories are burned, frowns turn to smiles, and feet walk miles, no shoes no service, but somewhere there's a place, for all of us to go, and memories get erased, grudges wash away, flowers bloom again, a minute feels like a year, one foot feels like it's ten, until that time I'll hold my pen, and keep the ink coming out because that is when, my mind goes free and memories escape, the leaves get swept by the fingers of the rake. On a fall day I will find it new, something that I didn't know I could do, love again, and feel myself, in love again with someone else, the girl I saw in my dream, on an autumn day, I'll forget my jacket, and leave it at her place. A knock at the door I'm back again, to continue this love that I saw in my dream. A place we can all go, somewhere to escape. That is where I will be, when this memory is erased.
B Feb 2013
don't ever give up
don't ever give up
just write
and write
and write
until it's no more pain
that's what you do
and you'll wake up tomorrow
feeling no longer blue
that's the truth
just wait man
tomorrow's not too much longer
you're almost there
don't give up
because what goes down must come up
so don't give up
B Feb 2013
i feel like i woke up from a dream
and there's no one there in the morning
that was with me when i was in the dream
she's just gone
never was
but a figment
of my imagination
a fruit i pulled from a tree
that has gone rotten
a fig
B Feb 2013
It walks below me on the sidewalk. He is all black with white socks. He lowers his head to the ground and shoots his awareness side to side in quick flashes untraceable to the human eye. You gaze at him as he walks, cigarette in mouth. No noises made except the flick of a cigarette. The cat stops.

His head shoots straight up. 20 feet above him, watching, a human. His eyes are gold and his stare is fierce. The cat does not trust.

It was this moment he realized he went from predator to prey. His stance widens, his middle back arches. I make a playful hissing noise to show that I mean no trouble. The cat continues to walk. His day is not over. Neither is mine. Cigarette finished, territories established.

The cat does not have time for my ****.
B Feb 2013
some nights i'm scared to go to bed
cuz i don't want to be alone
before sleep
not holding anyone
or not thinking anything
or doing anything
but thinking about the person who isn't holding me
or me holding them

i don't like how it feels
when I wake up in the middle of the night
or in the morning
covered in sweat
and no one wants to hug me
www.deeperinsideofme.com
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