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I'm ****** and writing poetry of all the things you said to me
The good the bad the ugly and the  very  very  pretty
   I just wish we could've left these feelings hung up high across the ceiling
  High enough where we can't reach them
  Far enough so I don't feel them
What we were was something different
Now it's over, it was pointless
But I guess we all make mistakes
And I guess you're one I'm glad I made.
I want to break down in front of a stranger
I don't want them to ever know my name
I hide from my doubts, they're such danger
But I'm truly the only one to blame
I feel safer spilling my doubts on paper
I want to hear from those who feel the same
You sink me  deeper     
  into the blackest parts of the ocean

you are  one word answers   
half-hearted devotion  
     
You **** me with your words    

please stop speaking now

                            


I mean...

tell me what you want to tell me    

not what I want to hear.                
Or..
If you're convinced it's that easy to win me over...
   then whisper it in my ear.

Tell me how you hate me for half the things I say to you
Then call me at 5 am when reality catches up to you

When sheets are stripped 
 sublime stories all told    
you've worn out your welcome     
useless                    fool's gold  
These once vacant shoulders now seem pretty cold.
But you get what you crave: your image won't fold.

Your decisions of stupidity can never truly compare
To your decisions of cupidity: deep, bold and rare

When the moon wins the battle against heavy eyes,    
On the thundering instance that keeps you inside        
You'll wander to the back burner, right where I reside
to give me the remainder,  
which I'll take,   with my hands tied
//
I hope you take it personal,
I hope you blindly reach
And find out you're the worst of all
None of this is a figure of speech.
We?
We can't figure it out
Let it figure itself out
Hope it figures itself out
Like a kid with no direction
No motivation but strive for perfection
The destination remains unclear
so we kick and scream until again we're here
Make up your mind and stop ******* with mine
'All we need is time'; the most ******* line
What happened to when all we needed was love?
*Those days have been murdered and sent up above
dark
   breathy voices
   bitter decisions left behind
   red, feathers, disperse with pressure
   sinking into you like so many times before
   ..like no time before
   this is a new house
   you are a new boy
     old memories join the gathered smoke
     trying to escape us
     there's a lack of ventilation
     a crack in the foundation
laughing
   the clanking of pots and pans
   squeaks of springs as bodies rise and fall
   full couches
   full lungs
   high ceilings
   white clouds climb the walls and hide in the far corners
   more laughter and I start to wonder what could be so funny
   these are lives
   beating hearts
   effortless inhales and exhales
   living for the sake of being alive
     and the hopes of good times
I don't wish to be defined by my beauty
You might not really like me if you knew me
Seasons changed and the wind blew free
Pretty women hold pain, one day you'd see

They smile during rainstorms and cry in the sun
Within the angel is a fully loaded gun
Shoot the arrow, mind is narrow
and while it's easy to find comfort in the curves of her smile
Soul is eternal while beauty just lasts a while.

I don't want my beauty to define me
If you really knew me you wouldn't like me
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