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I can feel your heart bleeding,
Through our one connected soul.
I can feel the hurt I caused it,
Through the nights we spend alone.
I can feel the love you’re hiding,
Through the truth I feel from you.  
I can sense the pain can be subsided,
Through the love I feel for you.
Sometimes when you have an argument best thing to do is write what you feel and slide the note across the table...
This thing I do with my hands
Is not art,
Though some may see it's tragic beauty.
Like whispers on a mountain range
I write
Estranged from perception.
It is not for you.
Somewhere deep inside
Remnants of my soul cling to life.
Unrepentant breaths,
Suffering humble deaths.
Cuts across my skin
Just to release endorphins.
Pain no longer suffices.
Numbness has taken a hold of me
The mellow glow of a yellow niceness.
Freedom only in death.
Used up four lives
How many have I left?
My soul cries,
"Not quite yet.
Just write it out.
Ride it out."
why am i so unlikeable
why is everything i do a mistake
why do i feel so alone
why can't i be happy
why am i feeling sorry for myself
why can't i
why am i
why didn't i
why don't i
why won't i
why
why
why.

why do i continue to live this life.

- a.g.
questions i ask myself
In a perfect world,
You wouldn't have been afraid

In a perfect world,
We wouldn't have had to hide

In a perfect world,
We would've been together

But this...
             This is hell.
 Oct 2018 Mary Allard
Erica
never trust a poet's words
they sound sweet at first
but you'll notice the emotion in their words
it all sounds too...
fake
"i love you like the sea loves the shore"
becomes too scripted
you hear the small tinge of love actually left in their voice
hoping
hoping it could mean something
but it doesn't
it never does
it's just the way they say it
one day, after they have left
you will find their poems, and they will be the exact words that they had said to you
once long ago
please understand this poem is in a way just me talking to myself, reminding me to not trust a man who i once loved, thank you
 Oct 2018 Mary Allard
DeepPoet45
Hello Poetry
Goodbye Sanity
I want one moment
in my life,
I can look back on,
and know for certain
that without me
it would have never
existed.
One moment which
lives on in the memories
of my friends and I as
irreplaceable because of my
being there,
I want to live on like a picture
in frame.
M83 - Wait
 Oct 2018 Mary Allard
Jamilla
I am not addicted to alcohol or drugs,
   I am addicted of escaping reality.
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