I think of all the things
we could have done with our time
and all the days and months
when I was yours and you were mine.

The best poems
are the shortest ones

I lost our future.

You can't break what's already b
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It is what I left behind
that breaks me
all the images of what
we could have built
had the love remained.

I wonder how dangerously
my thoughts would roam
If I didn’t tie them down
to a piece of paper.

I miss the past.

Loneliness is a sign
you are in desperate
need of yourself.

Love isn't always enough.

You were once the love
who energized me
but like a dying battery
you began to drain me
and I had to let go.

Lost is my will.

Night is such a dangerous time
Darkness is when the truth emerges
No longer distracted by the superficial joys
that grace us during the daylight hours
We are forced to face our demons and
delve into self reflection
Night is when I miss you most
Surrendering to the loneliness and
realization of my mistakes
Night is such a dangerous time.

Moral compass, error 404.

I did love him.

“Yeah I’m very sorry,” he said
after he spread my legs and ****** me.