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The piano sits abandoned
The keys collecting dust
And how I wish I knew
Just one sweet tune
We used to be together
You loved me.
I don't know how to love.
And you thought I played you.
Even the second and third time
I tried,
And you thought I played you.

Its all over now,
And somehow we can still look at each other
Face to face,
Eye to eye,
Don't you know that I'm not lying anymore?
Don't you know that I'm still trying?
Don't you know that I need help?
And you still thought I played you.

And you still think I played you.
Part two of my thirty part challenge.
I've been looking for you all around

I can't find you in old photographs
And sometimes I can't reach you by phone
    But when I look in the mirror and see my smile

*I know I've found you
I fall asleep to a hum I feel more than hear
- a neighbor’s fridge?

They’ll find six pounds of honeycomb there next year.

In the morning,
three perfect endive-leaf insect wings on my pillow.
so I went with my dad to his therapist today.
I mean, I just stayed in the waiting room
but this older lady came in and was kind of frantic
and I was just reading a magazine
and she's like, I wish I could be as calm as you.
you remind me of my step daughter.
I'm admiring your long eyelashes.
you're so calm, I wish I was more like you.
and then she asked if I was waiting for someone, and I told her yes.

so then she said something like, "you're lucky not to be like us."
conversation with Sarah O 17/1/13
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in the sky, a thousand moons
Sad
The worst part about sadness
Is it convinces you no one understands your pain
It makes you forget
That sadness is company everybody knows
Very deeply and all too well
Our beginning was beautiful as most beginnings are
We ended tragically as most soul mates do
And now we're just another broken mess of once was'
Another love story that ruined lives and yet, fell as dust among the earth
I watched one am turn into two am
And then three crept around the corner
That's when I knew I was a poet
Because poets are slaves to the night
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