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You are dead now
and that is strange to me.
Because you will always be a memory
of my childhood.

Had not seen you for how
long?  
And you were still a memory.

We won't meet for many more years now,

Unless it's as children
fifteen years ago,
and in my mind.

Really what I wanted to say though,
is everything is good.
You were always good.
If you are dead and you're wondering what people thought of you while you were alive.
Here it is in writing.
You were always good.
You're a mistake.
A burden I live with every day,
You're a mistake,
Don't tell me to trust you
because you are all the same.
Liars.
Yeah, I call you by name.
You kicked me when I was down
And left me with shame.
Liars.
You're the reason for all my pain,
Never again can I trust what you say.
She told me to go away,
when all I wanted was to have her stay,
to run is easy,
and I'll take her heartbreak,
as long as I have a stake,
in hher life and her heart,
but she ran from the start,
and I'm just staying at still.
I tried.
I only like normal people.
I only like average people.
I like good ****.
I like smoking **** before
Smoking ****.
I like normal people.
I like predictable people.
I like sitting around doing nothing all day
And going to work and watering plants
Because it’s easy.
I like normal people.
I like easy people.
I don’t like the schemers
Or the dreamers
Or anyone in between.
But you see I am to God
as an atom is to me.
We’re all just swimming
in a living sea.

So Adam is my Dad
while God is my Father.
Canceling the difference
between blood and holy water.
 Dec 2013 baselessfears
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I used to know every soft crack in her hand
and how I loved coating each one
with the skin from mine.
I would rest on her warmth
and think about how I never wanted to leave that vacation.

As the suns turned to moons, summer turned to winter
and winter couldn’t look back.

It dried her skin and calloused mine.
I would reach for her hand but
it gripped like a stranger with a hidden agenda.

Winter eventually turned back to summer but
summer was someone else.

I’m with a new hand now
who’s soft cracks attempt to fill my gaps. But
instead of giving her my skin,
I leave sand in between us
from last year’s vacation I never wanted to leave.
 Dec 2013 baselessfears
moonlit
i miss you more than you think.
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i haven't smiled in a while, but when i think about you i do.
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you left your sweater here. i wear it to bed sometimes. do you want it back? [it still smells like you.]
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i still remember how your favorite color was the sky right before sunset.
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you said you loved me, what happened?
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i'm still so sorry. i didn't mean to push you away.
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please just hear me out. let me explain.
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i left my beanie at your house. i know it was your favorite. can i come get it?
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i wish you knew how i still felt about you.
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i hope you haven't moved on, because i sure haven't.
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i listened to real friends today, i remember when you made me listen to them. all i could think of was you.
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do i still mean anything to you?
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god i wish you knew how often i think about your eyes. i still think they resemble forest trees.
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it's been two months. i'm still torn up.
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i have spent so many night cuddling up to my pillow wishing it was you.
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i can't think straight because i keep thinking about what you're doing right now.
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do you still think about me?
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i didn't know my heart could shatter over and over until i met you.
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we could've been in love. i'm so sorry.
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is this still affecting you as much as it is me?
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I will write myself to sleep.
I will write long, pathetic
poems instead of texts to my
ex. I will write
the novel of my life
instead of asking you
for attention.

I will write
the new bible
on isolation, chronological
volumes
on loneliness.

I will write ten million
haikus before I write
you again.

I will write love letters
to myself until my fingers
bleed, until I
believe them.

I will write the handbook
on neglect, the idiots guide
to dealing with it.

I will write vague
fortune cookies about
self-acceptance and
self-forgiveness.

By the time I'm finished,
I will have exhausted
my depression.

I will write Shakespearean
prose about this
rejection.

I will write suicide notes
on my shield and armor for
protection and I will
save myself with them.

I will write angry, violent speeches
to rally the voices
in my head.

I will write a pledge of allegiance
to myself and recite it daily,
after coffee.

I will pray to the Gods of
"move on," and "get over it."
I will baptize myself
in holy water
that makes me
stop caring
completely.

Holy water, oh well, whatever
move on. Hallelujah.

I will write the ten commandments
on how to be
abandoned.
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