The pounding in my head won't go away,
At first I blamed the alcohol, but I soon realized it was just
you.

I hate the mornings when I'm waiting a text from you.
I hate this feeling of being alone that is killing me on the afternoons.
I hate the nights when I'm just thinking about you.
I hate everything that remind me the future that we were supposed to do.

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•you found
a **key that wasn't yours
•brazenly opening and entering
boarded doors•pardon this intrusion,
i do so unwillingly•although i only
have myself                 to blame for
not treading this path,
cautiously...•

Im always conscious of your ten fingers
nine in the morning and that touch still lingers
you're the eight ball that conquers me
if you fall
seven days of the week
I faintly hear you speak
for the six missed calls
id **** to return them all
the five stars in the sky id multiply
just to get you by
four walls never felt so strong
when they reflect what you speak as a song
those three words always felt so true

two
Is better than *one

Oh programmed youth
youll forever be confined by the lines you're assigned

Youre taught by a rubric for a purpose
so no other thoughts may surface

Youre wordless
worthless