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one bite,
one touch...

what the **** was i thinking?
in spanish, el camino means "the way." and what a way i found...
you
you're aching, and tragicly breaking.
living your life in dispair.
your praying, and you're waiting,
for someone who doesnt care,
he was never really there.

you're burning, and you're yearning,
for him to come through,
stop wasting all your time on him,
and just start loving you.
ty all so much for likeing my poem im very flattered! :D
one, two, three, four...

oops.

already ran out of sheep.
my life. but i guess this conversation was worth being up for...
*******
look in the mirror
you're no matyr or victim
you have the world to fear

i'll pull you off your cloud
with the noose of my own
the one i meant for myself
but **** the true colors you've shown

i've been fine without you
it's been done before
and you couldn't possible be
the only man i could adore

so go have your beer
or two or three
while i write a few lines
that sets this addict free

if these vows meant a thing
or if you care for me at all
you would have helped me back up
instead of watching me fall

so i mean this with all my heart
and remember it with everything you do
you pull what you pulled with me tonight
and i promise we will be threw
oh yeah, and ******* too
don't get married. they tend to change without you.

and. if you can't help me at my worst, you don't deserve me at my best.

and i will be my best one fine day soon. and i will pull my boots out of the closest. the ones meant for walking.
i drove and drove
it was everything i wanted it to be
finally moving
i smiled because i was free

i knew which turns
i remembered my way
if only this road
would have told me what to say

this moment stays fleeting
it only lasts for so long
tonight i remain a prisoner
because of all my life's wrongs...
driving is a privilege.
i simply couldn't avoid it

there it was,

[the crash]
not okay. not all right. but hopefully i will be...now on the other side...
numberless nights now
and you no longer call
i get it, don't bother
not like you speak much at all

i carry my burdens
and repent on my sins
and here you add bricks
as my soul further thins

you're hurt and you're angry
coping with different levels of stress
but i'm the one who needs saving
living life like a hot ******* mess

i've been no priority to you
so says all this time on my own
turn your back, wish the best
so sensible to leave the diseased all alone

after this is over
when i'm no longer being drained
know by doing this without you
consequences my losses and gains
and so truly whatever i can salvage
will be all of me that remains
how pathetic and angry i sounded. guess i gotta keep working through my stages of grief...this one's post date was actually july 5th.
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