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Im sobbing these tears, but I'm crying to who?
It's this same stupid story playing out in my room
I never fall first, but I will always love harder
No picket fences, I'm a karmic debt paying daughter
Now the greater question is are you the lesson,
             Or is it me?
The chemistry was there, and witty conversation but soon it was replaced with frequent aggravation,
And truth be told Im not sold that you even loved me at all
I think I was there, and I showed you I cared and you really wanted to be loved
 Apr 22 Adam Torch
Kalliope
I wish I could draw, I dont want to write

Three shades of blue, a couple purple hues

Splattered over ink pen outlines

A figure sat low, knees dug into the ground

Lines overlapping, the details are smudged

What's she begging for you'd wonder,
And who is she begging above?

Tears would streak the page, but it'd just add to the scene

A figure unmoving, an illustration I'd love

But no I can't draw her

So I write her alive, but it's not the same

I can write her feelings, but I'd like to draw her pain

If you can't verbally listen maybe I could visually explain
Writing from anger, reading with pain
Tearing up paper just to rewrite again,
A torturous cycle that goes on all night
When every word that you know always starts a fight
 Apr 9 Adam Torch
EliMay
It didn't take long.
From one conversation.
From one call.
To say this three word prayer.

Please don't go.

Please don't go
When the light is out
And the sirens call.

Please don't go
As shots are fired
And the pressure to fall
Is too much

Please don't go
When your demons call
And memories flash

From friend to friend
As these terrifying words
Cross my lips
Just listen to my
Three word prayer.

Please don't go.
For my military buddies. Those who lost. Those willing to go the distance. And those who struggle with the return.

Please don't go my friends
I held you close to my heart
While you kept me deep
Within your teeth
Just a small piece about reciprocity.
ever feel
like a brat? so unfair,
like you'd trade it all? live bare
give up your bed, hit the streets.
to justify your hurt; make it feel complete?

you see,
we know we shouldn't feel this way.
food to eat, a place to stay.
is it selfish to want a break?
a moment of peace
for goodness sake?

or maybe i'm just a soul too deep
a secret i'm trying to keep.
i promise i'm not an entitled brat, that isn't me.
im just a person, with an endless ache, trying to justify my misery.
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