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The green and the gold
Worth more than you are ever told
But you're not so bold
I though we were friends, correction I thought we were best friends. The day I left, you were the best actress because you sure had me fooled. I thought you actually cared that I was leaving. Now that I’m not around, I’ve come to realise who you really are. You don’t deserve to have poems written about you. You don’t get to decide when you want me in your life. I thought I could send you to the curb, erase every last memory I have of you, I thought I could delete you from my life. For once my thoughts have not deceived me. You have disappeared into the abyss with any emotions I once had. They cannot be found again nor recreated. I refuse to be ****** into your vortex of lies.
 Mar 2015 Christopher KD
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oath
 Mar 2015 Christopher KD
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you are my oath, an unbreakable promise
you are my vow, my justification of it
you are my swear, my powerful phrase
 Mar 2015 Christopher KD
Taylor
You say “Don’t you care about me?”
I say “Of course I do.”
I don’t say “He said that to my mother after he came home drunk.”
I don’t say “You say that when I think you’re turning into him.”

You say “I can’t live without you. Don’t leave me.”
I say “Baby, I never will.”
I don’t say “He said that so my mother would say in his power for three more years.”
I don’t say “I’m only staying because I’m scared you’ll **** yourself.”

You say “We’re just friends. You’re supposed to trust me.”
I say “I do trust you. It’s okay.”
I don’t say “That’s what he said before he took my sister and raised her with another woman.”
I don’t say “You look at her with more love than you give me.”

You say “Don’t I mean more to you than your friends?”
I say “You mean more to me than anything.”
I don’t say “He said that so he would own her.”
I don’t say “You’re suffocating me.”

You say “You can’t leave.”
I say “Watch me.”
Fates sealed by concrete.
Chasing fame.
Always wanting, never wanted.
Making millisecond connections.
With strangers under neon lights.
Find your way back.
To hope.
 Mar 2015 Christopher KD
Ainsley
The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
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