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I wept by your side,
But you were much too worried about yourself to take note of it.
I didn't want you to notice because I knew you wouldn't care.
That made me weep more.

You ask if my thoughts are balanced,
I reply with a smile that, "I'm doing okay".
You're not satisfied with the answer,
But yet you move on.

When I'm staring at a plaster wall, for moment after moment with no movement, you watch me.
 I feel that it's my lost eyes with an empty expression that you're trying to read.
I slowly and inconspicuously begin to scroll through my head, for positive emotions to display on my face.

I'd love to let you know what I'm chewing over in my head
But you wouldn't want that burden.
Our taste has always been different.

So I'll sit in silence,
and when you think I'm tired 
Because of my swollen eye lids and blood shot eyes,
It's really because I wept by your side.
 Feb 2016 Katherine Bunting
HM
Sorry.

A spur of the moment
A blink in time
The tic of the clock
I take it back
Lets go.
Lets travel everywhere.
Discover the undiscover paradise
And unravel the beauty it hides.

Come on.
Lets us tour.
See and enjoy the wonder of nature
W/ a respect from its creator.
Hey.
Join me.
As, I travel from Atlantica to Antartica,
And to conquer America.

Cause life on Earth maybe difficult.
But it includes a free trip,
Under the heat of the sun.
my ex girlfriend has a **** Polaroid photo of me in a box in her closet. She tells me there are no romantic feelings left anymore. I refuse to believe she's telling the truth.  I think she is hiding them somewhere in that box, along with her cigarettes, condoms and makeup. It's buried somewhere, along with me. In a cardboard box. In a dark closet. All the contents are thrown in. Meant to be forgotten, untouched. But a year from now, when you move out and go away to college, you will find me. The person  left, unloved, untouched, forgotten. But I know- I am not the only one you will find in there.
Everyone tells me I can do better.
But what can be better than perfect?
For she was exactly that.
I wish I had done things differently.
I wish I could've kissed her more.
But now I may never get to touch her lips to mine again.
I wish I could've told her how special she was to me and how she is the physical personification of absolute perfection.
I wish I could've held her more tightly.
Kissed her more passionately.
Said the right things.
I wish I loved her with more than just my heart even though I couldn't love her anymore than I already did because she had all the love I could give.
It has come to a point where it is nothing
But a cycle


Day 26

Smoke cigarettes
   Try [so hard] not to feel a thing
   Try not to dwell on those regrets
   Try not to remember anything
   Our inside jokes, even the green ones, and silly bets
   I thought, maybe it meant something
   But I guess this is as good as it gets
   I ended up with nothing
Nothing but cigarettes

(repeat the next day and the day after that)
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