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 May 2015 Detached Dreamer
Eric W
If
     you're
          never
               doing
                    something

then

you're
never
doing
anything.
Did an 11 mile hike today. Challenging myself lately.
she always sent me butterfly stuff
when i was feeling down
and now
whenever i see one
i feel like it is her
telling me that she loves me
...so when i see a butterfly
i whisper to it, "I love you too, Mom"
Maybe it is destine,
Maybe I'm falling to easily,
Maybe I'm wrong,
Maybe I'm right.

My friends say that you're a dough,
I heard rumors that rant in your favor.
But their will always be a reason not to.
Maybe we can be happy just for today,
For we will fix it tomorrow.
I'm ******* losing it,
its tearing me apart,
day by day,
piece by piece,
im drifting into the dark.
But they don't get it do they?
Oh no not a single bit!
I'm silently deranged,
from the quiet little nice girl,
thats somehow gone insane!
Oh but they don't get it do they?
How words like poison work?
Or how about the knife,
that gets shoved right through my heart.
But they don't get it do they?
How this game ******* works,
this game called life,
how it's so sadly become warped.
But what they don't really get,
even if its sad to say,
is that a simple word, action, look,
can cause someone so much hurt
i fell in love with you on a musty summer night
within the hype of drunken first kisses and slurred verses

you tasted more of alcohol than of promises
We were a mess.

A mess like the reflection

of a sunset on the sea.

A mess like scattered daisies

in a meadow.

A mess like a poem

quickly wrote on a napkin.

A mess they all wish they could be.
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