Jul 2014
Head: (bold)
Heart: (Italics)
He's moved on.
He doesn't mean that.
Hell I've moved on.
He is your sun and stars
It wasn't working.
He makes you happy.
We were fighting
Think of all the good memories.
yelling such hateful things-
The way you felt curled up-in his arms-
things we didn't mean.
safe from the hatred of the world.
He's too immature.
You two can fix this.
The love is gone*
(Can't fix what isn't broken)
Can't change the *past
Yet the battle rages on.
Heart: (Italics)
He's moved on.
He doesn't mean that.
Hell I've moved on.
He is your sun and stars
It wasn't working.
He makes you happy.
We were fighting
Think of all the good memories.
yelling such hateful things-
The way you felt curled up-in his arms-
things we didn't mean.
safe from the hatred of the world.
He's too immature.
You two can fix this.
The love is gone*
(Can't fix what isn't broken)
Can't change the *past
Yet the battle rages on.
I've dreamt of you every night this week.
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read bold and italics - two poems
