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Wil Dienner Nov 12
We were too alike
You were too much like the me i didnt want to be
And now i’m the you that didnt get to be
I play guitar
Wear baggy jeans and beat up vans
Bleach my hair and fail my classes
I never thought anything
And I never thought it’d end like this
I always wanted
But I never wanted it to end like this
We failed each other i guess
I said i’d never leave
You said the same
I said we need space
You said the same
I guess that makes it ok
To a 7th grader, his first kiss is a big deal
Especially when it carries the life of the receiver
But my phone calls go unanswered
Now look where we are
I cant look
Cover my eyes with the torn out pages from your little black book of our love
My naivete
Your lust
But can i blame you?
When everyone enabled you,
and i was and am too kind
Or too cruel to be different?
I will learn from this
with even more time than we spent i suppose
But for now, i’m doomed to be the sun
That too many poor, injured, wax-winged, crow-***** people fly too close to.
Wil Dienner Oct 29
Walking thru the alleys of my tiny midwest town
listening to songs about dogs
who smoke themselves to death
i write the name of a town i dont live in on a circuit box
get out fast
i want what i dont know how to have
Big, steady circle of friends
Everyone knows everyone
We ride our bikes to 7-11
We play in a band and sneak out late to steal beer
Parallel friendships
I cant ride a bike
The 7-11’s shut
The only gas stations are in the “bad parts of town” where the frat boys shoot each other
I cant read music
I have a lisp + braces
I cant keep time
A guitar is too big
Nobody wants a ukulele
My stairs creak with the ache in my heart
My dad’s too alert
My friends dont live close
Same with the stores
locked in my wants
but i'm trying to find the key
yes i am talking about CSH. sue me.

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