I
am envious
of everything that
felt your touch today.

Loving you is like
giving a eulogy
that never ends

there's beauty in silence
except when
it echoes a void.

What does it mean to be tragically  beautiful?
My life is not beautiful!
A tragedy maybe, but never beautiful.
Why must they try to make
everything beautiful?
There is nothing wrong with the nasty, putrid,
repulsive things that are this world.

you had a lot of fun
When you were together
you'll never forget
you'll always remember

The laughs that you shared
The dreams that you had
But those dreams changed
And they left you sad

you know he's moved on
And found someone new
But you have to admit
he probably still wishes for you

This isn't healthy for you
you really need to stop
When you think about your past
your heart wants to pop

So as  say your last goodbye
I want you to know
That  you must
learn to just let go

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/  /
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••••••••••
••••••••••
sparking at the end
•eating away at my wick•
forcing me into a backward bend•
now by the second I tick...•I am truly
seething•I am... TNT•I am so close to
exploding...•I am...incendiary•it feels
like a crime•but..............there isn't left
much room•it's just a matter of time•
before I finally decide to go...fizz...
fzzzs...sszz...fizzle...ssszzfzz...
KABOOM!•

Sorry We're Closed*
I hope you understand this isn't something I chose.
You knew My Heart's  business hours.
you used to come in and water the flowers.
My heart was always open back then.
It's been closed for some time now.
But I reopened it again,
today.
I wondered why you never came.
Now I'm wondering why I even invited you.
I'm sure you have more enticing invitations don't you?
All you ever did in here was break everything.
But, I wouldn't mind being broken by you.
come play my heart strings like your guitar.
could you play our song? I forgot who we are.
I know, you were hoping I'd believe you when you said you didn't know when My Heart was open.
But I wrote the business hours out on an advertisement.
Made it into a magnet and stuck it to your soul.
with my luck our magnetic field isn't as strong as it used to be.
Or you just simply forgot about me.
So this is the last time I'll call you open heartidly.
My heart's been closed a long time.
And now that I opened I had no customers
Even you didn't want to live here now that you live in hers.
But I can only have so many closing times before I have to shut down.
So I'm down on my knees begging you to come around.
Please...
You don't have to stay.
Just come in and visit me.
I'm sorry it's just my heart wasn't made for this vacancy.

© copyrighted Nicole Ann Osborn