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It's a dark and lonely place in here
Left with only ourselves
We imagine the worst
Some know that there is a better life outside
But continue to stay
Maybe it's because if you stay long enough
You get used to it
The darkness
The loneliness
It's the only thing we've ever known.

Others have the courage
They leave
Those who remain look up to them
For they have done what we all hope to do one day

For now I'll stay in here
For now I'm too scared
For now I'll stay in this closet
No I don't mean a literal closet. Although, I may have written it while in one. Don't judge me I was procrastinating.
Forget his name
Forget his face
Forget his kiss
His warm embrace
Forget the love that you once knew
Remember that he has someone new
Forget him when they played your song
Remember him when you cry all night long
Forget how close you once were
Remember its someone else he perfers
Forget how you memerized his walk
Forget how you love to hear him talk
Forget the things he use to say
Remember that he has gone away
Forget his laugh
Forget his smile
Forget that he stayed awhile
Forget the way he held you tight
Remember that hes not alone tonight
Forget the time he loved you still
Forget he said he always will
Forget he said he'll leave you never
Remember the fact, hes gone forever
My love for you is complicated.
Sometimes you make me so aggravated,
while other times I'm just fascinated.

You are always so close to me.
They make me wish we could just be free
and from this world, we flee.

It's as if you make me want to want you.
I have no clue
what to do.

Just you are my one and only
Even if you make me feel so lonely.
But is our love just phony?
I paint a picture.
"Quite beautiful," I mutter to myself
Tears rolling down my cheeks.
The picture cries with me
Its ruby tears rolling down.

My brush glints in the sunlight
Rusty and stained as always.
My canvas filled with other paintings.
Some not even a day old.
I wipe the red tears and wrap it.

My brain says to stop this horrible painting
but my heart refuses.
It's gone through too much.
It wants to let it all go with these paintings.
These horrible, scarring, painful, disgusting paintings.
Our love can never be
No matter how dearly you love me
Others have no clue
Of how empty I feel without you

You'll forever be the Juliet to my Romeo
Always we shall meet up in that small one bedroom studio
Our love is greater than the gods
Maybe it can one day defeat all odds

But alas for now it's hidden
For now our love is forbidden

— The End —