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Here's the part
Where I swoop in
With quick wit
And a snarky remark
...
But I just don't have the energy for it anymore.
Because I am a joke.
You're cutting into my circulation,
And stealing away my oxygen.
You brought me comfort,
I assumed you'd always be near.

I let myself get too close,
I should have been more careful.
But I let you sneak up on me,
And time wasn't on my side.

But when I look at you,
I see past your eyes.
And though they're dark and beautiful,
I also find beauty in your mind.

I know your heart's been scarred before,
And you may be scared to let me stich it back together.
But I know how to use a needle,
Because I've had to mend my own a time or two.

So hand me a piece of thread,
And I'll use it on us both.
And I promise I won't let it break,
Because I've tied yours with mine.
2/4/2016
i'm a firework disaster
a monstrous tragedy

an essence of all the things
you hoped you'd never be

and i made myself this way
in the name of revenge

because of what you
did and didn't do
 Feb 2016 Jeffrey Oliviero
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I'm tired of silently suffering and struggling
I'd drive a steak through your heart
But you don't have one
You knew from the start
You was only gonna play with me for fun
You said all the right words
Preformed all the right rituals
Around the edges you left it blurred
To me, you would become habitual
Like a cobra you left me hypnotized
With your hips swaying to the dance
The piercing gaze of your eyes
You knew I never had a chance
To you I was just a toy
Something to play with when you was bored
Something to fill the void
On your shelf you kept me stored
But I fell off your shelf and shattered
So you swept me to the side
After all to you I didn't really matter
You have left me cold and chide
Your useless toy tossed to the side
War Dog

I've tried to keep a close distance
But you left me behind.
Here I go
Walking down the street on my own
We are not the same.

Be true to me
Tell me I'm not alone
Prove to me
That you'll open the door
To let this war dog in
With his cut ears
Close up the hole
That tore through my skin
I'm a dog with a broken leg
Tendons too torn to mend.

"Trust me to take you home."

You'll put me to sleep.

I don't want to die alone.

You said you'd be there.




I won't fall in love with you this time.
My feelings are true
They are my life's blood spring
but irrelevant.

Couplets and quatrains
or free form self indulgence
It's my time to waste

Five- seven- five lines
stacked to challenge my ego
poor pedestrian.

Here I go again
my ink is not innocent
my soul is tainted

Why do we do it?
What is there to gain from this?
What is the **** point?

I undress my self,
and Adonis, I am not!
better look away

This is what it's like
to expose myself and dare
to pretend it's art.
I feel the urge to apologize for this piece.  I'm not quite sure why. Perhaps I feel like it's classic self indulgence on my part.  Here it is though.  I have to post them all as they come.  It was inspired by a stranger who said, "Your feelings are irrelevant."  It was a random declaration on a forum..It made me write this.
You set fire to my soul
When I thought I was lost
Brightened my whole world
Warmed every square inch
Of my ice block heart
You thawed me inside out
Put a light in my eyes
The sparkle I thought I lost
Then burned the whole thing
Threw it in the flames
They destroyed me
I went up in flames
Charring my once thawed heart
Burning it to a crisp
Unsalvageable
You lit a match and
Dropped it in the gasoline
Igniting everything
Like the pyromaniac you are
The universe loves you
or it wouldn't have used your eyes
to see itself,
We know it's light
shining through the natural prism
of raindrops;
revealing the spectrum
of primary colors,
but why do you feel the need
to remind us
and spoil the moment?

We know it is
the sound of air filling
a complete vacuum created by intense heat
ten times hotter than the sun.
when negative charged electrons
are carried down by rain
and ice pellets
Why steal the glory?

In your mind prison
of cold gray logic
there is no magic
no color
no joy or inspiration.
Why won't you free yourself,
and enlarge your world?
Don't **** the wide eyed child
inside you.
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