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I remember your voice.
the slow, steady breath
you took between each sentence.

I remember the way you stood.
at a shoulder width stance
yet so relaxed and calm.

I remember the your eyes.
how they lit up in the darkness
and led me stray when closed.

I remember the things you said.
you loved me.
you needed me.
then things changed,
I hated you. I wanted you gone.
now I realize...
I remember
I'm not sure what's best for you but I want to be able you make right decisions. Does he work? Does he go to school? Does he actually get off his *** and does something? Does he hurt you? Does he treat you right? Does he tells you how unconditionally he loves you? Does he show his actions but not by just words. Someone needs to step up to the plate, and if no one does I'll have to do something about It. You got to know what's best for you and if you hesitated at any of those questions he's not the one, do what's
Best for you, we need a day to talk and go over things, try to get back to me soon as you can.
Even on my worst days
I don't regret you
Or us
Because I know
If I still had a chance
To change how things happened
I would
Just so I could try one more time
To be with you.
Everyday is a new day with new challenges,
new meaning, new outlooks,
even tho its always out with the old and in with the new,
there was always a piece of the old stuck inside,
I was there for you, I was listening to you, but something hit me, I didn't know what,
but it did, it was cold, felt like I was alone, not being listened to, like I didn't mean anything,
to anyone not even you, like I didn't belong in life anywhere I was, But I don't regret moving on, but everyday, I can say I regret I left you like that, you just needed someone, and failed to be the one I promised to be, the past is the past, bunch of good memories thoughts, fall backs, but as long as there's a new day ahead of us to bring us new things to come, just keep your head up,
be strong.*

Goes to anyone with once a broken heart, hurt or not pull through, everyones
strong in there own way, remember half the time you make yourself smile anyways,
so why not find something to make you smile!
Hey friend I'm back, I need a new backpack
How are you today, I'm sick
I don't know much what to say, I need more money
I started this again, to talk to you secretly as my friend
I tend to do this, but I'm not even good at this,
I'm to lame to talk to you normal, nor formal but ill talk to you for sure tho, So how have you been not so good as I see, .....................sorry i had to take a ***, I remember doing this a lot, I guess ill give it another shot, but I sure want a lolly pop,
or a pop ****, but for start this is me first gay poem, and i want you to read this cause I know you'd appreciate it.
Reading your stories,
Reading your past,
Reading your poems,
It hurts me inside, it hurts to know I hurt you in ways I never meant, I would like to say I'm sorry for never giving a reason, I always did mean what I said to you, specially those cold harsh nights with you trying to stay warm, all the memories we had in such short time, all the things I gave up, and then yes I gave up, for what tho? Is my own question. I couldn't give you a good reason, because I had no reason my self, I just gave up. We changed as people, but one thing I truly remember is us. All those days with you by my side, you staring into my eyes, or on my shoulder, or in my arms, your kisses, all the things I could never forget, being with you. When I see you it's the first thing I think about, is us, our past, how could I forget? I read your stories, your poems, and couldn't help but remember the past, you were broken, I wasn't there, you we're hurt, I wasn't there, you were alone, I wasn't there, only if I knew how stupid I was, it could have changed everything back to how we were, perfect in our own little worlds, close at heart, but I got to tell you one thing I sure do miss you. Please write something back so I know it's really you, that I've always known, the sweet girl, that is really shown.

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