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Our passionate secrecy
Was originally to drown my self-destructive thoughts
Something to drown our misery
But there is a new emotion, and unimaginable destruction it has wrought
I feel so trapped with the happiness around me for others
Never to be shared with me
For we are never meant to be
Not for our hearts at least
I can feel this terrible beast
Welling up from the emptiness we sought to fill
And into the depths of our souls it shall drill
We are together by body and mind
But our hearts will never intertwine
I feel my heartbreak of her fill with want for you
Love to lust, this is what greed will do
Dying love in a gilded cage,
Imprisoned by my pent up rage.
You never loved me, but neither did I,
The last gift you gave was the gift of goodbye.
I've written all these poems, I know all the right things to say.
but they don't matter anymore , they don't make difference do they?

That girl's still got to be in there, she can't just be gone,
oh it's not fair,, why on earth did you have to move on?

Why am I stuck here still loving you,
hoping that you feel same but you never do.
My god she's beautiful, with those ever perfect lips,
through which in my dreams my tongue, effortlessly slips.
My god she is so funny, with the way she makes me smile,
her every witty comment, leaves me laughing for a while.
My god she is so perfect, in every single way,
and oh how I wish she knew, that she always makes my day.
You made a poet fall in love with you
And expected her not to write sonnets about your eyes
Haikus about the way you kissed her in the moonlight
Expected the fire in her heart not to inspire couplets
You made a poet fall in love with you, and when you left
Expected her not to write pages about the ache in her chest
Write a soliloquy dedicated to her tears
Expected her not to feel every gut wrenching moment of the pen hitting paper like your words hit her in the most vulnerable places of her mind.
You made a poet fall in love with you, and you expected her to be silent.
That is no fault of hers.
I wish I was just the wind,
moving through everyone giving them life, creating power with my strength.
Instead I'm nothing more then a handheld fan, used by those who only need temporary relief,
constantly dieing
without any positive charge.
I could be the sky, vast but the meaning swallow .
when I'm only the atmosphere polluted With everyone's skeleton blocking the stars.
I could've also been what you wanted.
But then again I never was.
Is it all really that simple
Is it just black and white
and if it is which is wrong and which is right
Did I mean nothing that you could just leave me alone
a dimming star in the still of the night
Did I shine once upon a time
Was I ever the bright reflection in your eyes
Was I ever more than fading thoughts and passing goodbyes
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