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 Jun 2016
Lark Train
Hello, friend.
I'm back again.
Alone again.
Undone again.

Hello, friend.
It's me again.
Do you see again
What you are to me again?

Hello, friend.
I'll just go again.
To the void again.
Without you again.

Goodbye, friend.
The word "again" looks really odd when you have a bunch of them together. I actually looked up the spelling twice as I wrote this.
 Jun 2016
Lark Train
We loved: Juvenile
And lived: For a while
But I: Couldn't see
That you'd: Turned your back on me.

You left: I watched you go.
My life: Walked out the door
We grew: To new depths
My heart: Your greatest theft.
 Jun 2016
Lark Train
You were an alcoholic,
And I was just another bottle.

Maybe you won't break
The next bottle you drink from.

I doubt it, though.
You will drink and break until you wobble.

You are an alcoholic,
And I let myself forget it.
Each couplet is a 10 word poem.
 Jun 2016
Lark Train
Black eye-shadow.
Black-eye shadow.

The pain of betrayal.
 Jun 2016
Lark Train
To sit. In tears.
Alone.
The one who used to wipe my tears
Was there. With him.
With them.

But I.
Would spend.
Prom night. At home.

No one asked.
 Jun 2016
Lark Train
I used to send you goodnight poems,
Each and every night.
And you would post them on Snapchat,
To serve as a nightlight.
But now you have forsaken me,
I cry my life away.
I miss and hate and still love you,
Though you threw me away.
Sorry for a ton of my recent poems being really depressing; I've been in a sort of slump for the past few days.
 Jun 2016
Lark Train
So fake, he needs to put makeup on all three of his faces.
So fake, my brother dressed as him for Halloween.
So fake, even street vendors refuse to sell him.
So fake, Disney wants to make a movie about him.
So fake, his biography would be in young adult fiction.
So fake, he can't even define truth.

I
Am
Real.
I hear what everyone says behind my back.
I hear it, and it hurts.
 Jun 2016
Lark Train
I met your little sister
On my walk home from school.
Told her I was a dancer
She thought that's pretty cool.
She wore your little jacket
From those days which we so loved
The slice of you returned to me
But, like with the whole, I stood idly.
Only you have slipped through my hands
Twice.
 Jun 2016
Lark Train
I thought I saw
Late one night
Obsequious in
Voluminous light
Emotionally distressed
Your tears cascading, shining bright
Opposed to black mascara left in
Unscripted tracks down your face.
Every guy has that girl, the one whose flaws you love more than any other girl's virtues.
 Jun 2016
Lark Train
there are an infinite number of things
i want to say
to you


I can't I'm choking on these words
of mine
they strangle me from deep inside
the light that you had promised me
took my eyes it's blinding
some-where secret i cannot see
you animals are laughing.

— The End —