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Jan 2015
A shot and some salt as the ball drops.
I can't believe it all happened.
And I can't believe that I was on the verge of tears.
This heartbeat never stops.

I drank the fire, I breathed in the smoke.
But I didn't breathe in you, and that is what made me choke.

So many people caught up in connecting,
Yet I felt so distant, caught up in recollecting.

My life is not the one that I knew two years ago,
My soul is altogether different, no longer white like snow.

But I was never pure, I have been ****** from the beginning,
I am still thinking about last night,
I am so scared that I still want you,
My world may still be spinning.

To forget is a beautiful thing,
This delicate intoxication is a new way to sing.

But no matter what I couldn't forget that I wasn't close to you,
All the fire couldn't burn away the knowing that "Us" is no longer true.

I just want to be ok with whatever this is,
I just want to be close without having to be his.

I wanted to forget and maybe our feelings could be enough,
But nothing happened last night and I just got drunk.
Happy New Years, I'm still not ok. Last night was fun though.
Richard K
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Richard K  California
(California)   
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