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Being suicidal doesn't mean i'm going to **** myself

Being suicidal is having this unexplicable ache while you're living

It's waiting for your life to end, and wishing you didn't have to carry on

Having this ache, an incapability to feel happy living, doesn't mean that I am going to **** myself -

It just means I wouldn't mind dying.
Call a                          doctor/ plumber/ priest
My heart is               broken/ leaking/ deceased

My life is                   worthless/ so much better/ over
I'm going to              **** myself/ tell your wife/ Dover

How could you         leave me/ not know/ lie?
I hope you                return my stuff/ come back/ die

I'll never                   forget you/ forgive you/ go away
I need                        closure/ a DNA test/ to tell you I'm gay

Your                           face/ crotch/ top of your back
Is                                so beautiful/ lumpy/ unusually slack

Your                           ex/ mother/ best friend from school
Always made me      great coffee/ feel inadequate/ drool

I will                           miss you/ **** you/ stalk you forever
That way we can      be friends/ get away with it/ be together

I'm sorry                   you did this/ I did this /we failed
I promise to               pay you/ dye it back/ get you bailed
Please don't               leave me/ show the Polaroids/ write or call


(*delete as appropriate, just delete it all.....)
Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again
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 Sep 2017 Evelyn McGee
Kaylee
You abandoned me
You left me like a useless old puppy
What happened to all the love we once used to share?
The love that once brewed in the summer air
What about all the good times?
Times spent cuddling as the bell of love chimes
Now it’s colder
Chills have blown over
Sending solemn vibes my way
With every glance, I fray
Eyes that I once melted under
Now pierce my heart with spears you plunder
My slowing heart is dying
Your every touch used to be so exciting
Now I am lost
I used to chase after you at all cost
Tailing you as we followed our heart
But now, you suggest we part
My yearning to go with you to ends of the earth
My past belief that you’d stay at my hearth
Built from the once roaring fire
This burning feeling longing to respire
You left me like a useless old puppy
You abandoned me
Anyone have suggestions to how this could be better?
I really didn't know how to go about with this one.
 Sep 2017 Evelyn McGee
Kaylee
I can feel you
Through the rhythm of your writing

It may be
That you are singing in the rain
Happy and free
Or living in agony of deep pain

The beat,
living through each word
Your diction,
dancing among the syntax
The tone,
amplifying to every phrase

You,
I feel.
Through your writing,
I can feel you.

Your expression,
Deserves more than any appreciation

I love you
Always wishing to be there
For you
Showing you, I care

So please
Keep on writing
Continue moving me with your sound
Allow me to advance along
The flowing of your words
Surfing through your sentences

Please
Keep telling your story
Continue writing with your feelings
Allow your thoughts to develop
Into the beautiful river
Of your writing
I just... want you to keep writing.
Continue allowing your thoughts.. any feelings to inspire you to express it through wording-

(i winged this... woops)

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