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i’m sorry that loving a girl with anxiety was hard

i’m sorry that i was constantly worried about what you were doing and where you were and who you were with

i’m sorry that i felt like i needed you constantly when you didn’t need me and it pushed you away

but was i so wrong for doing so when i guess my anxieties were right because you were prancing around behind my back with her and you were always the one putting on me ‘after this long you don’t trust me?’

what a poetic lie that you got away with for far too long
(j.a)
 Feb 2015 Kaitlyn A Warnken
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People cheat,
people lie

To get ahead
or
just to get by.

They do it out of deemed necessity
or
have made it a successful habit.

Some would feel bad,
but
some wouldn't lose sleep over it.

Some lie to protect...
Some lie to infect...

With little remorse
or
full blown guilt.

Either way
risking
all they've built.

A lie is an accessory
that most tend to abuse.
A convenient mask
for the ugly truth
that most would misuse.

Lies are...
The bane of relationships
Destroyer of trust...
Conveyed by irresponsible lips.

So have I ever lied?
Have I ever desecrated
honesty's pride?
Have I ever wielded it
to save others from harm?
Have I ever employed it
to boost my charm?

No I haven't,
now that's a lie...
Spouted that so easily,
I didn't even need to try...

Honestly,
YES I HAVE.
I am no exception...

I am no saint,
I'm only human
...
with an ill sense of direction.



I have lied...
How about you?

Search deep inside...
*You know you have too...
~~
Southern winds have gone away
The music player has hanged
When playing the last romantic song

The Chill North wind is Sigh of yours
Has grown the pale Afternoon
How stupid the fade trees Standing!

Distant garden flower's Petals
Wither,
Helpless,
Careless

Midnight dew
Create the illusion of Sound
Nearby Lamppost,
Standing in the dim light fog
Alone,
Retreat
As the Calling Owl of the Night

Smokes of Cigarette lost in the Shadow
Putting the day,
Slowly vanish before
As the Mist
 
Along the road that you have left
Looked at me Surprisingly
Opening the door,
Just want to scream for unknown reasons
Once Again
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
As the Calling Owl of the Night
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She said she really liked him,
sad loner that she is.
He said he'd call her,
when the furore all died down.
Nearly old enough to be his mum.
Sad really isn't it.

If there were a God.
He wouldn't let age stand in the way.
Unless of course, it were obscene.
Maybe it is.

He ain't that mean.
God,
well,
He'd tell age to let down her boundaries and welcome them in.
Arms open wide.

The young man and the grandma.
Who need to decide.

She sat and thought so deeply.
Deeper than the words she longed to say to him.

Knowing that the gift she offered could be enough to set him free.
These are just words, written for effect.
Truth of the matter, she couldn't care less.
(C) LIVVI
She lies in a tangle of blankets,
breathing in the scent of sadness.
The sounds of desperation within the dark
Leak pain into her soul.
Burdened by the years of standing tall,
crushed by the loneliness.
She believed the strength inside
Would carry her beyond the emptiness.
Yet into the darkness the light of her soul creeps,
Moving endlessly, recklessly.
Predawn light brings her no peace,
Feeling instead the fear of facing another day.
Sighs and cries and moans of despair
Leave her lost and broken.
Dreams abandoned, choices made, time past.
She feels the regret,
That familiar ache that brings the weight of anger.
And there she weeps for all she missed
and all that could have been.
As darkness makes its way once more
She smells the scent of sadness...
If only you knew the damage caused
a few small words said and forgotten
days and hours of painful analysing
awake late at night, cold sweat haze
reliving, re-enacting, in my mind
caught in a time trap, held on repeat
left on my own, locked in this hurt
I hear my voice repeat as I cry
eternally asking the question, why?
.
I can't write the words in the way that some of you can
do
I can only write the words that in my mind come into
view
I can't write words of devotion and never ending
love
The inspiration for my words comes from somewhere up
above
Yes, words about the sea and the gently rolling
hills
These are the words I know and love and sometimes get to
use
Words can be things of beauty but sometimes cruel and
harsh
Some words can tell of sadness while others make you
laugh
The words of fellow poets here cover every point of
view
My words are plain and simple but I share my words with
You
D depressed
A anger
R revenge
K ****
N numb
E evil
S sad
S suicide
Focus on the capital letters going down "Darkness"
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