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Diane Jan 2015
Though our worlds never met
And that love of yours never reached my depths
I want you to see that I've always known
I've always waited, always looked, always was happy.

And now that there's this new chapter of hate
yet another chance.
I want you to know know that
I admired your little efforts.

Though, knowing I'm not right for you,
I let you do these things of eros.
Now that you see the truth,
I want you to love again.

With smiles, with pure happiness.
But not of mine,
But for the person who's going to make you happy.
Happier than I can ever manage,

*My dear friend.
Diane Jan 2015
Fell in-love
with
the wind.
Never
saw
him
**again.
Diane Jan 2015
You had to be there
To kiss me
To love me
And
To hold..

You had to be there
*To leave me
To hurt me
At the depths
So cold..
Diane Jan 2015
My thoughts were sealed in silence,
But my mind screamed a thousand words.
My lung stole strips of air,
Too shocked to shake my nerves.

My hands tremble with hate.
My chest  overwhelmed with pain.
O! What just do I want to catch?
From the utterance so plain.

My vision started to fog,
From tears so  fragile and clear.
My lips quiver with plead,
Along with a voice blared with fear.

"Are you worth it?", he said,
Using notions of irrelevance,
In-taking shots of bitter liquor,
Without a single glance.
  Jan 2015 Diane
A
My heart
Is a happy drunk
A little too open
A little too optimistic
It's over in the corner of the bar
Playing poker
Screaming at the top of it's lungs
I'M ALL IN
When it's never
To this day
Had a winning hand

My heart
Is a sad drunk
A little too lonely
A little too caught up in tears
It's over at the counter
Forcing the bartender to take its keys
Because it would rather not go home
Than go home alone again

My heart
Is a reckless drunk
A little too unbalanced
A little too impaired
It's over by the door
Making everyone nervous
A little too good at scaring people away
A little too far gone

Like you
A little too far gone
Turn your head
Shuffle away and pretend you don't notice
The breakdown of a heart
Too drunk on feelings
To know when to stop
Diane Jan 2015
Every fantasy I claim,
Feeds up my own
little Flame.
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