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Patrick Sugarr Sep 2014
To move on
  I know
I must
but
I'm stuck
in this
illusion
called
us


¤
inspired by a song i heard.
--
the notion of moving on tho there has never been an "us."
silly, right?
-_-
  Sep 2014 Patrick Sugarr
20something
I've been trying to write about you for hours,
hoping the words will flow naturally,
and finally it'll all make sense.
But the hours have become days
and the words never came
so I'm just as confused as when I began.
Patrick Sugarr Sep 2014
Hurt me if you should,
Just tell me the truth!*


¤
Truth hurts but lies are a lot worse.
~

Poets

     Possess

         The Power

               To Change The

                    World With Words


                             ~
Patrick Sugarr Sep 2014
I write because
you exist.*

-Michael Faudet
Precisely.
Patrick Sugarr Sep 2014
Slowly
                  you tear me apart
                                                           ­ by every word
                                                            ­                                         you wouldn't say
                                                              --
i just wish you'd say good night back.
Patrick Sugarr Sep 2014
I ran and ran                                                
from the unknown and                          
I found a broken bridge -                                  
an exit                                                
from this land                                    
full of fears.                              

I looked down                        
it was deep                  
I couldn't see                  
its end                    
my legs grew stiff.            
Shaking,                                    
I sniffed                                
the courage left                      
in the thin air              
and exhaled                    
a short loud shout    
releasing from my mouth      
a huge amount                  
of thick, black smoke              
of which I assumed                              
was the remaining fear        
which my guts              
have been aching    
to let go.

and then I bent a little -          
focused every energy                            
left in my body,                  
every drop of hope                        
left in my heart,                                  
every courage                                              
left in my lungs -                                  
to my legs                                
to my ankles                                      
to my feet.                                                  

Hoping to reach the other side,                                                                          
I closed my eyes                                                                                                

and *jumped.
where do our dreams go after we wake up? do they just vanish and be forgotten? i wonder.
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