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Jun 2015
The nights seem to stretch for miles.
Every one of them spent searching.
All I've found is things can change in a day.
Lives can change in a week.
I used to sleep soundly next to you.
Now I sleep solely next to strangers.
I'm wasting all my energy on things I can't pin down.
Swinging at anything that moves or smiles.
Self deprecation is my native tongue.
I keep trying to figure out how you ever loved me.
Or if I saw me from the outside would I even love myself.
I used to think people were like puzzle pieces.
Fitting together neatly, beautifully.
Maybe it's still true.
Maybe we still fit.
Or maybe things change.
Maybe the edges slowly wear away.
Until one day they just don't fit.
On that day you, the you I know, dies.
The me I was, isn't any more.
We die and fit some where else.
Some one else.
It's sad and strange and it happens all the time.
But when it happens to you it feels like the only time.
Maybe people only live in memories.
They live in the lines between your life.
In the smiles and the tears.
They live in the fog of your mind.
The worst of them are like fires.
They sear and burn if they're touched.
But it's a sting you just keep coming back to.
Because the memory is all you have left.
Maybe we live in a world of ghosts.
Of the dead forgotten lovers.
Of the heartbroken and forlorn.
Of the memories some where in some ones head.
Ghosts of every person we ever were.
Halves of halves of what used to be whole.
All waiting and searching the night.
All hoping for the person who puts out every  other fire
But lights one that will last an eternity.
Corey J Grace
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Corey J Grace  29/M/IN
(29/M/IN)   
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