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I hope my Ex never finds my hellopoetry account
gone before
never after
always somewhere
in between
what you've always known
but never seen or heard
who knows what that means?
not me
it's up to you to decide.
maybe then you'll see.
what began
words
what started?
a song
before and after
its still going
you just stopped listening
you just stopped caring
wrinkled in your skin
curled in your toes
yet, nicely stacked in rows
you're walking by them
gently swathing branches
but you won't take your chances
no, never take a chance
because the song is too quiet
you have to listen to hear it
but when you do
it never leaves you
because you realize it's been there all along.
yeah, it's up to you to hear the song
Some of us still wish.
For greatness
For love
for even a sliver of stability
because lately it seems things are rockier than The Rolling Stones
its beginning to rattle your bones

Some of us still hold on to those childhood dreams
clinging to them as tightly as you used to cling to that
stuffed fluffy cow,
or that green plastic dinosaur.
hoping one day it would come to life
and wisk you away
to where dreams never died
and mothers and fathers never lied
when they promised
til death do us part

they never parted,
or died.
but something inside them did

Some of us still wish.
that one day we can go back to those days
when our biggest worry
was finding just the right stairs
being sure they didn't creak
so we could go drink beer
and play truth or dare

but most of us just wish
that we could live
and be happy
and live lovely
and love lively,
wildly
and untamed
until the day we die
unlike our parents
wearing the world like the tide
exploring the moons darkened sides

yeah, some of us still wish.
but there's a few that simply...
do.
you're gone, and i'm fine
you're gone, and that's good
just... give me a bit more time
i am moving on,
like i know i should.
but next time,
don't hold back.
like you did with me.
just let yourself love him
just, for once, let it be
i know our time is up
and i'll loosen my grip
so when his hand reaches for yours
i'll have run far enough
I keep looking at pictures of you
so that maybe it won't be so hard to see you next time.
i'll get my eyes used to seeing you,
so that my spine won't shrivel
as the present motion picture
swivels through my heart.
but i think it's harder to look at pictures
than to look at you in person.
the pictures show what we used to be
snapshots of what we could have been
but the present us
well,
isn't us
it's me
and you
both knowing what we put each other through
and that's enough to numb any poison

our past is my antidote
You're here again
I don't know you
but every week you come
like clock work
you tick away.
You're alone
I can tell by the way you shift back and forth
you're uncomfortable
not content
That's why you're here
That's why I know you
and you think that knowing what you'll do next
every hour
every day
will bring you peace.
will make it stay.
but you're terribly mistaken.
So you're here again
shifting your weight
not knowing
that the only thing
that will save you from a meaningless fate
is a change in the space
some shifts in date
maybe once you break free from your own mind
you'll finally break free from this place
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