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Distance will ****,
My heart and my soul.
3,396 miles.
114 miles.
Too many distances,
Too many miles.
I need to be close
To the people I love.
Today was the first time I've tried to write this year. Been having a bit of block.
The heart knows, what the heart wants.
Well what if we don't communicate?
I cannot understand my heart;
It growls like an animal,
Locked in a cage of ribs.
It was like you did it on purpose
You melted my frozen heart
So that it was soft enough to crush
Well now that I see the threat you pose
I've stepped back into the freezer
To still my beating heart.
Forgotten.
"I didn't realise you weren't there"
"I actually forgot all about you"
"I'm so sorry I forgot our appointment"
How many times
Can one be forgotten?
Oblivion is the state of being completely forgotten,
They say it comes with death
Yet I have achieved it in life.
The quotes in this poem are just a small selection of phrases which people have said to me lately. It hurts but writing helps.
Is it YOUR hand that feels right in mine,
Or is it just A hand?
Is it YOUR arm that feels right holding me,
Or is it just A arm.
Do I like YOU,
Or do I like the way you HOLD ME?
Do I like talking TO YOU,
Or do I just like talking?
So, the other day I realised I haven't written since September and this is just sort of a few questions that have been flying around my head recently so yea I'm going to try get back to writing, it helps me feel.
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                           Like little Alice fell
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   ­                                  The rabbit hole.
Oh friend
Don't you realise?
Perfection is a haze.
A lie. A blur. A coverup.
For an imperfect world.
It's all a trick of the mind
Or something of that kind.
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