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moriarty May 2014
I've been staring at this page
and switching through
my blog & music tabs
trying to find the words
to say this thing
but nothing comes to mind
because no words are strong enough
there are no expressions, no metaphors
to say these things
and how much i miss you
but want to hit you repeatedly as well

what is left after a tornado?
only **** turned upside down
and i'm not afraid to say that
you were always the tornado
and i was always trying to
rebuild myself after you came
and teared me down
sank me to the ground

and for years i've blamed myself
for all the times i cried were
for nothing
because you were absent
you didn't hear me out
and i was left there to bleed
between tears and trashed papers
on my room's cold ground
through winter and summer
because you were ******* gone
you ******

if metaphors could paint me
slamming the door shut and
sliding my back down the wall
dramatically, all dramatic, as if
i was in a movie
that'd be it
me curling into fetal position
and wishing to disappear
me screaming and hitting the wall
with ****** knuckles
because you're still gone and
not coming back.

there's no poetic way to say
that i feel like ****, that i want to
hug you and maybe die a little
drown in alcohol until i'm throwing
up again, like the other night,
and try to forget you and all my pain
that's nothing more than that:
pain.
note: don't mind me.
  May 2014 moriarty
Matthew Hundley
I never
Want to see
You try to
Become something
Other than
What you were
On the day we met
Because
If you change
Then will we
Ever be
Like we were
Before you started
Becoming something
You never wanted to be
moriarty May 2014
I'm still wondering
if you see the moon
the way I do

because I can't
look at her
the same way
since you're gone

I can't see the face
without thinking
how many times
i looked up and only
saw you

countless times
i thought about us
watching the starry nightsky
together, in silence
and holding hands

or whatever.
it'd be enough.

and now it's empty
with a bright moon
that looks down at me

and calls your name
how can i tell her
you're not coming
anymore

how can i let her down
on such a way
so pure and pristine
and you're not coming
anymore
we were really over here and i finally had the guts for writing about this.
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