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It's been raining a lot lately.
I still think about you
more than I probably should.

I guess some things don't change.
I guess some things do.
I shouldn't let it bother me.
I'm starting to think
there's something wrong with my head.
I'd like to think everyone would tell me to let go.
I'd like to think I would if I knew how.
I still write you poems.
Not on paper of course,
I can't just leave them around your house anymore.
I found one in the corner of my ceiling last night.
It had something about the ocean and your skin.
I smiled.
I've forgotten the way you looked at me.
It's better this way.
It's exhausting;
knowing you still exist, figuring out if I still do too.
You understood,
that's more than I can say for anyone else.
Most days break me.
I stand up most of the time
and remember how you taught me that's okay.
I'm sorry I can't write anything better lately
I found her at the starting line of a new life
From our first shared smile I dreamed her to be my wife
Her eyes smoldered with an ember glow
As her hair fell in an extinguished flow
Before I could recover the time was go

I started to race before she had a chance
Then passed me by with her flashing glance
I tried to keep up but couldn't match pace
I was too slow for her taste
She craved a more challenging race

I chased and chased, slowly closing the gap
Kept my head down, focused on the next lap
Never stopped to study what was on my map
But when I finally let my focus snap

I found my feet pounding with all of their might
And my flame, was far beyond out of sight
Had I ran a race that lead me astray?
Ran with zeal for the past thousand days
Refused to quit and allowed delay
Neglected the idea: she doesn't feel the same way
Never thought to think: Does she even still run this way?
She phoned me from her newfound oak-pine trail
And I knew then that my feat had failed
This is a work in progress. I typed this up when I was in the moment.
I still haven't perfected the mood and message I want to convey.
Let me know what you think so far
I used to think they were harmless,
I was so naïve.
The variety in my house;
a never ending rainbow.
white ovals
multicolored capsules
muddy orange circles.
A plethora of every imaginable combination,
right at my fingertips.

Ive followed in my mother's footsteps
no matter how hard I tried to avoid it.
No longer innocent
I am tainted in sin

Shape doesn't worry me
size and color don't either
some went with headaches
some for concentration
some for depression
they couldn't ever make the suffering go away
it lingers within me
no matter how hard I try
to
rid
of
the
pain


I cry out

Why?
Oh god,
why?
Do you really
hate
me?
What is this
Hell
I live in?

I popped another;
I just couldn't resist the
bittersweet taste
the coating leaves in my mouth.
Swallowed it whole
no water
because
I am a pro.
Maybe a few.
3 more
then 5
only 1 more
well 2 couldn't hurt

Lost my count by now.


This time i'm not in pain
I just want the fog to cover me
and to once again not
feel
or
show

anything

Nothing

at all

For I go numb once again
as I swallow
another
pill
Might be my favorite one I have written so far...... idk
I wrote a poem of love.
I wrote of you. I tried. But the words would not come.
I am not a poet.
This is not my poem of love.
Rather words written and meanings lost.
You are my poem of love.
I write you with every breath.
When I fall asleep my eyes meet yours.
I still knock even though I know the place is empty
So I walked in and saw the emptiness
I listened to emptiness
Reminisce
"Till the sand is on the other side."

                                                         ­   "One last time."


I collect all the memories we scattered around the room
I hear every sweet words of forever in the room
I feel the love we had

"When this ends..."
                    
                                             "Letting go would be easier."


To let go,
Or to be let go
Which hurts more?
Who had the stronger heart?
Who  had the bigger ego?
Who loved more?

"It's not bad...to be alone."
                                            
                                                   "I can still hold it in."


My eyes are wet
I could remember everything
Your screams
The sound of me when I cry
The sound of me letting go.


                                                     Time's up.

**"But..."
                              
               ­                                                                 ­              "I still love you."
(n.a)


It's so hard to write sad poem nowadays .___.
Please don't misunderstand to my friends who read these.
My life is pretty much full of flowers right now.
 Apr 2014 Courtney Snodgrass
Jack
I wish love was not
just another
four letter word
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