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I guess deep down
In the parts of me
I try to ignore
As best I can
I will admit
There are nights
Where I begin
To ache
Missing
Whatever the hell it was
That we had
That "flirtationship"
I don't know what it was
But I know
It sure hurt like hell
When you told me
That you loved her
And I discovered
That all those months
I'd spent on you
Were a waste
Because you loved her
The whole time
Well tonight
Is one of those nights
Where I really
kind of
I guess
sort of
miss you
...more than I care to confess
I really wish I didn't miss him, but truth be told, I really did like him. :( sighhh
 Dec 2014 HackMonocut
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it isn't all black and white
the choke-hold of history

shades of red and brown
paint the scenery, too

the documented imagery
forgotten in the fray

a little big horn playing mournful
songs as the cavalry marches on
to the tune of galleons and guns


no passport required
when the port was young

émigré and immigrant
displacing native sons

who also once were pilgrims
breathing in the sun.
12/4/14
7/6/18: and again, the choke-hold of history, of misery, Democracy smoldering under a bright orange sky lit by a Trumpster Dumpster trash fire.
Little moist drops of heaven
       Trickling down my throat
    The heavenly burn,
                   delicious
Synonymous with an Angel's wings
               fluttering in my esophagus
     Liquid lightning, striking
          Almost blasphemous
 A devilish game of Russian Roulette
              With four shot glasses,
   Three rogues and one gent
Emotions getting looser
    Clothing getting tighter
           The taste becoming
     Sweeter
          Liquefied demon tears
Playing a wicked game
            with my insides
    Putting a beautiful curse on my mind
             Melted Whiskey Raindrops
     Sending shivers down my spine
           This hellish war of love, hate and
                    Intoxication
   Has never felt so
                  *Divine
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