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Nie  Feb 9
The truth
Nie Feb 9
its true
I text you when im bored
I call you when im bored
I ask to hang out with you when im bored
I miss you when im bored
I think about you when im bored

But i don't need to be bored to do all of this

I just wanna text you all the time
I just wanna call you all the time
I wanna ask you to hang out all the time
I miss you all the time
And thats the truth.
So, our goodbye
Could not be *******
It had to be with words

The human contradiction
To face a Reality
With an Absurd

When what we needed
Was tears and after ***
A begging not to go

We ended it all
With pleasantries
And saying we'd stay close

I paid the tab
And got your coat and
Caught your wave from the corner

Went back in
To drown my sorrows
In a private torture

I could tell you now
I forgot you quickly
But that would be a lie

I could tell you how
I left the City
Became a different guy

But life's not like that
And, Celia
After almost 50 years

The Poet in me trembles
Vividly remembers
And is tortured in arrears

Three separate wives
Many different lives
My heart has never moved

All I have lost
All it has cost
Celia, the permanence of you.
missmoonlight Sep 2018
Holding onto something when it's hardly in your grasp,
Walking into forests when there’s thorns in the grass,
I'll keep following.

Chasing ghosts until the moon turns light,
Our hearts racing laced with all the colours of the night,
I'll keep following.

You keep me fighting,
You keep me wondering,
Show me the light and shelter me from the world outside.

You pull me closer than I ever thought you could,
No matter where I am I find my footsteps where you stood,
I get lost when you enter my mind,
The tide gravitates me by your side.
An absolutely magical, all consuming wholesome love.
Tommy Randell Jan 18
When we were laughing criminals
On the run from normal every day,
Holding each other to ransom for ***
Not caring where Love might take us next,

We were the fugitive originals
Sleeping out in fields of hay,
Burning candles both ends of the wick
To make love long and make life quick,

To taste the freedom of living without principles
In winning the game our own sweet way,
Twin supernovae on fire in the night,
Incandescent with teenage life -

Can you hear us, still, being young and invincible
The forces of nature pumping in our veins?
Oh I wish we could go back there now,
For the Priceless look on people's faces again!
Been trying to nail this format/rhyme scheme for a while ... This is close.
rebecca Sep 2018
Isn’t this life hard?
Sometimes I wish we had a pause button, to just
stop everything for a moment,
take a breath for a while.
Not forever, but for a while.
Sometimes I wish we were closer, that we talked
like we used to. Sometimes I wish
you and I could go back to a few months ago,
back to last summer, when things were better,
before they went back to worse.
Sometimes I wish you hadn’t called quits,
before calling me first.
Sometimes I wish you would come find me,
hold me like you did before.
I wish you didn’t leave.
-why don’t you come back-
I wish you would come and keep me.
Come back?

— The End —