Everyday I think of ways to get you back.
Ways that would make you smile,
Ways that would make you sad,
Ways that would make you regret, and
Ways that would make you feel guilty.

Everyday I think that maybe if you just saw me, everything would go back to normal.
Maybe if I just showed up to your house one night and knocked on your window,
Then you would see how much I still love you.
I could hold you in my arms again to show you what it feels like to be held by someone who loves you more than themself.

But I know that wouldn't help.
It would just make things worse.
Because I don't want you back if you're only here because you feel bad for me.
I want you back because you love me and can't live without me.

But now I know that you can live happily without me.
Too bad I can't live without you.

If you're longing
for a certain someone
and words
that may never come;
I'm here to tell you
it's okay,
my heart is yours
on this holiday.

I lived.
I lived in what seemed to be a perpetual hurricane.
Dervish like child, but mild of heart.
I practised living.
I practised loving and leaving.
I am glad that I did.
I bought the tee-shirt, filled up, wore it well.
Left nothing but a nasty taste and pungent smell.
Unsettled is the child wearing the wrinkled face of the ageing one.
The greying hair and playing air.

But, I am far less miserable.
As for now,on the table.
I present the lack of love, I so resent.
I have killed my self metaphorically.
I want some one, but I don't want me.
(C) Livvi

How wonderful it must be

To never feel pain...

Whispered words like a silent storm,

She cast my heart to the depths of the ocean

With rage,

I envy her careless motions  

Her defining tragedy

Is the symptom and cardinal restriction

Of my seething, scarred antipathy

For I can only wish on her

That most necessary of torments,

The loss of deepest affection

But true love occurs in the presence

Of humbling sacrifice

True loss happens only

When one cannot bear to love another

Less than one loves one's self

The heart bleeds for the light that pierces

None could reach her blackest night

Where is the dirge for my stolen confessions?

For the price to bear her loveless wrath?

Hours whittled on and on,

sharing

kissing

holding

talking

hearing

knowing

I want them back!

Is justice dead?

Hatred she deserves,

Salvation she evades

The pain I know would set her free,

Could never find a way inside her

Heartbreak and loss she, both, requires

To know the evil of her ways

A heart that only values self

Could never break beneath that weight

And so

I wait

I long to hear her say

“I'm sorry...”

Even if it takes forever

Even if she'll never know

What it's like to feel my pain

Still, I'll wait

Right now
It's hard
To feel
Inspired by
The emptiness

No one knows it’s you I admire
No one knows how you inspire
No one knows we will conspire

The hypnotic curve of your hips,
The sultry red of your full lips,
The caress of your finger tips
These things all set my heart afire

The way you smile when you touch me
The way your soul reacts carefree
The way you crave is plain to see
There in sparkling eyes of sapphire

The need in you as strong as mine
The lust is thick as we entwine
The passion seems hard to define
We yield to ****** desires

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