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 Aug 2014 Ryan Akre
Vanessa
I can't help but wonder what the conversation would have entailed if he had turned around
I can't help but think it would have been a sad and quick exchange of awkward faces and hellos
I can't help but create the conversation in my head that I hoped we would have had
This is when I realize it's better that he kept walking
This is when I realize I am better off without him
This is when I'm flooded with all the nightmaric memories of why I can't stand him
Now I find it ironic that the rain reminds me of you, because I hate the rain
 Aug 2014 Ryan Akre
Vanessa
I can’t seem to figure it out.
I will sit here for the rest of my life.
I’m okay with hitting my head of a wall
resilient until I figure it out.

Patience, a virtue from what I hear.
maybe the key ingredient.
But, how long can I wait?
How long until there is some salvation?

I want to see your smile one more time,
Not in a photo.
I want to see your smile right in front me,
So close that I can touch it
So I can run my fingers across every groove inside your lips.

I look at you with desperate eyes
but you see past them.
You spit in distaste and hate,
As if I am nothing,
As if I had never held any relevance to your life.
 Aug 2014 Ryan Akre
A
stargazing
hot chocolate
music
christmas lights
autumn leaves
cuddling (in theory)
performing
long hugs
flowers
children in grocery stores begging for pop tarts
late night talks
the thought of you
the thought of us
seeing you from afar as I walk into school
Just you
Today, poetry is in my bones--
words reverberating against flesh,
holding up my body
through ribcage and skull.
I am a skeleton of sonnets.
If you were to cut me open,
verse would flow out:
I stain pages with ink-splot blood.
When a loved one passes on
You never really get over the pain
Memories stay fresh in your mind
Sunshine has sadly turned into rain
A very sullen moment
The person must face
The loss of a parent
That no one can replace

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