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Dec 2013
This is unpleasant to admit
But the pleasantries have lost meaning
Without you
I was falling apart at the seams
Though now it seems I will survive
But what is surviving
other than just waiting for Death
And as of late it feels he comes knocking often
Though I don’t know why
because my doors always open
The draft I let in feels all too familiar
It’s that Mother Nature temptress beckoning me
Yet the view from my window will have to suffice
But my blinds are always drawn
The light from your window is too bright
It seems as of lately I am flipped inside out
And the world around me is all in my mind
Which is funny
because now I always seem lost
My sense of direction seems to be thrown off
But I never really go searching for anything
Yet things still manage to find me
It’s funny how all this is because you left
Please don’t misinterpret what I am saying
I really do like it here where I am at
But things get complacent
here in my brain
It’s not like it was when our heads were together
You see
now I am spiraling out of control
Things do look interesting when I am spinning though
But all of that spinning sometimes makes me sick
And a trip to the doctor is out of the question
This isn’t simply a problem medication can fix
Anyway it’s not like I am broken
But I am sure you of all people can understand that
After all it was you that did this to me
Although surely it wasn’t on purpose I guess
You couldn’t have known that I’d be stuck in this mess
Christopher Lowe
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Christopher Lowe  Ohio
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