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I keep thinking about sending that text
"thanks for yesterday"
whilst I suppose it's slightly less crass than
"thanks for last night"
as your reply was still heartfelt
"it was nice to have someone to waste a day with"
I kind of have to admit I read it as
"it was nice to have someone to waste away with"

I keep thinking about that night
the one I spent with you
thinking about how it didn't feel
more so than about how it felt
I keep thinking about who I am
and about how you weren't her
really, it can't be your fault though;
that the love isn't waning
can't take how much I love you
every single sip, every single song
reminds me so painfully of you
I look at your profile pictures
like I'm some kind of creep
and it's the little things like
your smile that make me weep
and I guess what I'm left with is different
in most of my pictures I was with you
at that time or you are even in it
can't look at my own past
don't feel happy when reminiscing
can't help but feel I've made a mistake
like we found a permanent solution
to a temporary feeling
now my heart aches
I'll always be your nugget
and if the neighbour bangs on the floor one more time I'll finally kick his head in and free his dog like you always wanted <3
I dread the day
that I watch from afar
and see someone else
take you home
knowing he will
kiss you goodnight
but that's who I am
and you're who you are
and still I watch you
every now and then

I can't help but hate
the way others look at you
but I know my place
and one might say
I had better not look
but I am me
and you are you

Can't seem to
avert my attention
if you need me darling
just give me a sign
I'm always struck
by the way you look
and what you do
so I guess that I'll
always be here waiting
patiently for you
Fundamentally a man never changes. He tends to just unearth one part of himself as he buries another.
Every connection made
in a feeble attempt
to get over you is short lived
the parties, the all nighters,
half empty bottles, hangovers
and every other means of venting
won't bring us back together
and just leave me feeling
more empty inside than before
and more alone than ever
every taste of feeling good
whilst being alone is just
a reminder that dependence
has its place in independence
that my will to thrive without you
and live a happy independent life
is actually brought on by
an insatiable thirst to be with you
yet I continue to make the mistakes
every **** time
When writing is an ominous task
you should do it anyway, the results
can be nothing short of spectacular
heart-wrenching, heart-warming,
eye opening gifts to so many
and most importantly yourself

For me the most difficult poems to write
are the ones you need to get off your chest
but can't find the words
no matter how hard you try,
you're at a complete loss
nothing matches up with how you feel
so much so that the feelings are a burden
and the weight might become too great

So you paint a picture for yourself
and all who read your work, in such detail
using all of these words that seem so
insignificant alone but work together
in harmony like a beautiful orchestra
and tell your story in such a way that
your own voice couldn't even attempt
as the words don't tremble on paper

Poetry is my therapy,
my go-to-guy
I've learnt a lot about myself
in trying to write about myself
like how when I write sometimes
I'm just stalling for time
one poem can even be an excuse
to not write another poem
because I'm not quite ready
to come to terms with the subject yet
my poetry can hide me away
create a bubble that keeps me sane
it can also be my wake up call
my long overdue pinch in the side
and expose me to the elements
the fire, wind and ice of my life
It is in the darkness,
the rain and sadness,
the heartbreak and madness
that I will grow the wings
I need to fly on the little things
that used to hold me down
I've got my life to live
with or without you, ****!
and it aches like ****, oh my ****!
"I wish you were here"
sounds nice doesn't it?
like a nice postcard
from a holiday gift shop
ah, memories, so sweet
pretty little things aren't they?
Trying to fill the void
by whatever means necessary
I guess in hindsight I can see
I wasn't even nearly ready
leaving a part of me behind
even the gentle memories
running through my mind
they can't comfort me
they don't feel too kind
I need music to help me unwind
but every song I play I've listened to
with you before at least a dozen times


I guess there's filling a void
then there's losing a limb
couldn't be better without you
admittedly I went out on a whim
forgot youth was for living
forgot I was made for loving
I slowly became numb
I slowly felt next to nothing
when I was crying my eyes out
sat directly next to something
my someone, my only something
so the walls I've built are crumbling
'*** I was made for loving


So I really do drink more
when I'm sad you were right
...guess you were right
I should have paid more attention
I wish I text you day and night
so it's over now, I said it's over now
and it was mutual so I suppose
that makes it easier somehow
except it really doesn't
and I'm not proud to say I'm weak
but I know what you get up to
at the end of the week
playing hard looking good
and behaving probably as
a young girl should
and I'll try not to get jealous


I'd never act out of jealousy
I love you too much
and love is the remedy
can't stop crying, the memories
a photo of us sits next to me
I really miss you texting me
I miss not waking you up for naps
so I could watch you sleep
I'm another can down not even
thinking about going to sleep
and the night just gets more deep
I guess love is like that mountain
the one we rode down in Greece
the way up is always nice
but going down it's more steep
and the hole gets bigger
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