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MR Aug 2015
I press my chest against your chest,
I press my lips against your lips,
I press my palm against your palm.

I realize, I'm not complete by myself.
I need you to hold me.
I need you to love me.

You held me.
You loved me.

But now you hold her,
Now you love her.
And I'm left by myself.
I'm left incomplete.
MR Aug 2015
Sometimes I look into your eyes.
Sometimes I see the pain you've felt.
Sometimes I see the love for me.

Sometimes you look in my eyes.
Sometimes I know you see my pain.
Sometimes I know you see my love for you.

But when we stare into each other's eyes, we only see ourselves...
We see the pain of ourselves.
We see the love for ourselves.

But we see the same thing.
Does anyone else understand this?
MR Jul 2015
Even if you are miles and hours apart, our hearts are not. No matter how many times we leave each other, I want to just stay in your arms like when I just came into this beautiful world. Now look around you, this world loses it's colors... The black and white sketch got made to a beautiful chalk and watercolor canvas, only to be washed away. I want to be back to the simple joys, I want to be back with you. If nobody understands love, it's me, but I know I can never ever stop loving you. You got me here, and now I don't want to leave without you. You held my hand through everything until you left, you left me alone with the crazy lady... She left the marks on you, why would you leave me with her?... I waited so long until I hurt myself. Blood was shed, nooses were hung. I let your beautiful creation become a hideous disaster. It got torn apart, as I was waiting for a simple phone call or text that I got one a month for two years as you refused to talk to me. Why? Was I your "beautiful" creation or was I a mistake, the leftovers of something bad?... How could you leave her so helpless with nobody to fight off all the harmful things, teach her how to shoot or how to keep her boots nice and shiny. You lost one daughter, you can count on the second to stay. You may be close to your deathbed, but I know that you haven't even put the sheets down. I want you to walk me down the aisle but that aisle may never even be coming. You're a grandpa, but I want you to meet my children... I never met my grandpa's so it *****, I know. But I want you to be a part of my life forever. No matter how much I hate you, it's hate with love.
MR Jul 2015
Most nights I am out cold... But I lie awake and staring into the blackness of the room. Wishing you were here with me, holding me as I nuzzle into your chest inhaling your sweet aroma. I roll over to see the illusion of you coming to kiss my forehead and I come back to reality as your lips never meet my sensitive skin. A tear streams down my cheek and my pillow catches it forgivingly as my blanket tightly hugs against my cold body.

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