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We stand on our Quarters
Larger than Life
Submitting our twenty-five cents
We lift one foot
Anticipating a walk
Towards the edge,
Towards the grooved rim of the sliver circle

We reach the edge,
Within one step, not far,  
We have not the freedom to step off our Quarters
Silver stability must remain our foundation
And a retreat backwards  
Makes constant cowards, so
Changing our direction is the only Truth.
Reorienting, 180 degrees, facing a new path
We have Liberty to walk again.
**** us if we don’t walk again.  

But soon we have reached the other edge.
No different than the first.
It keeps us from leaping, frozen on our funds.
Yet, we also know not the deprivation
Of falling off our coins,
The black abyss.  
Is True freedom Complete freedom?

It makes no difference how we walk on our Quarters,
To walk, perambulate around their boarders,  
One constant remains:
We are always on the edge of change.
They ask me if I still love you.

I blush, grin and say;

of course.

Why?

Because your eyes are of the most utter ocean blue,

but other days they're the currents of the stormy grey sea.

I see a current of salty water, deep, once blue, but now a faded grey.

I see a bundle of darkened grey clouds in the distance,

and the thunder rumbles from your irises,

and I hear it pound in the back of my mind.

I wonder if you knew.

I see a spark of lightening flash, only once in a while,

while you look at her.

My throat corrodes with bile.


She says she sees green demons lurking in the depth of my own ocean currents,

and I shrug.

What am I supposed to say?

I know you think about her.

Night and day.


The hardest part,

is a generic, old saying.

If you love them,

you let them go.

If they love you enough to stay,

or to come back,

you never let go.





But you haven't come back.
EDIT: Wow. Never expected this to blow up as big as it did. I thank you all so much!
EDIT: 2/15/14
i would say i never loved you, but that is a lie.
they say that your *first* love makes *you realize*, your first *love* wasnt really your first.
i pray for the day this happens.
*getting over you was the best thing i ever did.
and i did it for myself.*
so, one last:
*******.
you.***
EDIT: 9/14/14
i still hate you.
and you don't deserve her.
EDIT:   12/01/14
im sorry. you still arent
the same person
and neither is she.
but we all grow up.

EDIT
10/14/20
I was going through my bookmarks
on my old computer and found my old writings.
I just wanted to update this one last time to say things are better,
things are good. Thanks again for all the likes and comments.

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