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In my happiest moments I think of you,
To share my world with you,
On my sad days I want to protect you from the world,
On your victories I want to make you feel how special you are,
Every day when I wake up I want to tell you how much I love you,
Cherish how I am yours,
Even when you are never mine.
Because
It's easier
To believe in
A good ****
Than
True love.
I want to be depressing.
I want to be depressed.
If I did it wouldn't solve anything.
I couldn't give any less.

There are things in my possession
I can't get rid of no matter how I try.
I won't ever learn my lesson,
no matter how much I cry.

I think I could leave right now.
Go somewhere and not exist.
I will disappear without you knowing how.
I don't think there is more than this.

Stop following.
Stop caring.
Stop wallowing.
Stop staring.

I will bleed,
for years upon years.
I don't like what I breed,
tears and fears.

If love begets hate,
then this shall end mine.
One last kiss, one last date,
one more embrace, one more time.

I wish it would go away,
I wish it could end right here.
I just want you to stay,
I just want to make it a year.

Start searching.
Start moving.
Start living.
Start loving.

We can start over.
We can start again.

I can feel it again.

Warmth.
Warmth.
Warmth.
Warmth.
30 minutes. This is the longest amount of time I have ever put into a poem. This one took 45. I will say with no ego that this is the best poem I have ever written. Jackie...this is for you.
Hard and can't stroke.
I wish you were here.
I would make you choke.
I am far and my moans you won't hear.

I want to ****.
****.
****.
****.

A gun shoots off,
a train enters a tunnel.
The volcano doesn't stop,
the fist begins to pummel.

I need to come.
Come.
Come.
Come.

I am drenched in sweat.
I am out of breath.
Please if you would let
me ******* to death.

Large
Stupid
*******.
When I was small
I was afraid that a monster
Would cut me up
Eat me alive
Or hold me captive.
As I got older,
I grew into that foreign being
Cutting,
Eaten away by bred in thoughts,
Holding myself captive in
A tortured mind.
It makes me sick
When people say
Monsters don't exist.
Little loveless Juliet
She sits and burns another cigarette
While thinking of new ways
To push feelings far away.
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