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Michael Brogan Aug 2020
Two girls I’ve never met.
That’s who I’m worried about?
What about the one that I almost loved?
I have no concern of her. But why?

What does the cosmos hold?
Where will I end up?
Will I miss the sky? The roof? The water.

I will, but this corner of the world isn’t big enough. Too much to explore

The lights sit here. Going nowhere, but I’m scared. That’s the truth

Why should the bounds of comfort be pushed? For the sake of adventure? To find love?

Does it exist? Or am I simply contradicting myself? I don’t know.

The gray wall that is my city is slipping from my hands. I love my city.  But I must try for what I need.
Michael Brogan May 2020
You're a demise.

You don't know that. You're syrup that means so much.

I don't love you,

As a matter of fact I really ******* hate you,

but I need you.

That's right. I need you.
I'm a coward without you. I depend on you.

One day I won't. I hope one day I won't. But until then, I'm at your beck and call.
Michael Brogan May 2020
You weren't good for me.
But like a virus, you'll never leave.

I've been thinking about you a lot lately.
I'm doing my best to remind myself of the awful things you did.
But you won't go away, no matter how hard I try

I have an ache in my heart,
like a virus,
that tells me you might have found a new man.

But I don't know. Is it simple insecurity.

I want to leave you,
But I don't want you to leave me.
Michael Brogan Mar 2020
Everything was great again
We laughed and smiled again
We played until our faces hurt again
We drank too much again
We got into a fight again
Michael Brogan Aug 2018
Let's walk through the explosion of color as the air bites at our skin. Let's reminisce about the time that makes us feel alive. Let the trees sing to us in their beauty, refusing to be ignored. Let us weep the tears in appreciation of what fills our minds and more importantly our souls.

Listen to mother's babbles that will only stop one day long from now. Be in touch and closer with Him than in any building. Let us hear the soft crunch and shuffle of the Earth itself going to sleep before our eyes.

It yearns on my mind. I must be there. I must.
Michigander born and raised but need to see New England during the fall. Finish this . . . probably never.
Michael Brogan Aug 2018
So this is it then? The dreams realized? The thoughts fulfilled?

What happened? The lust has shrunk and shrunk. The emotion is gone.

Tired all the time.
Depressed.

Is this you? Please tell me it's not.
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